Chapter 78

Bobbie was still trying to figure out the plans for the school cake; it was just such a daunting project. There’s got to be something like 20 sheet cakes here. The amount of limes that would give their lives to form the tasty grass of Slacker’s cove would number in the dozens.

She took stock of the inventory and saw the small amount of inventory that remained. Worry about Tim sent her deep into the freezer to get one of the root beer ice cream sandwiches. Bobbie bit into it. The cookie snapped perfectly, the ice cream separating. The tiny black flecks perfectly distributed throughout the smooth creamy center…

Tim. Bobbie wanted to cry, but wouldn’t allow herself to. This was his idea; all of it, the bakery, and the ice cream…

And these goddamn cookies.

The treat was long gone and Bobbie was lost in thought. She knew something was wrong, why was Tim acting so…

Blonde?

It had to be something about whatever it was that she saw that made Kim stop. Had to be.

The door opened and a wall of blonde and purple suddenly appeared before her.

“Bobbieeee.” Tim said, grabbing onto the bakery’s occupant. Faye followed in soon after, the shirt dirty and a smudge on his face

“Hey.” He said.

“What did you do today?” Bobbie quirked an eyebrow.

“Finally fixed that goddamn brake light.”

Tim gasped. “You know how to do that?”

“Yeah.” Faye said with an unspoken of course. “Don’t you?”

“Don’t be silly.” Tim laughed, letting go of Bobbie and latching onto Faye. “You’re so manly.” She giggled. Turning back to Bobbie. “Did you sell lots of goodies?”

Bobbie smiled. Still thinking about the bakery.

“Most of them. How was school?”

Tim smiled broader than she had ever seen Faye smile. Her blue eyes were clear, but vacant. “It was sooooo fun! The boys were all super nice to me and Rach invited me to a sleepover and…”

“What?” Bobbie asked.

“Ummm, yeah. I was gonna mention that. I guess Rach’s mom is out of town, usually we…”

“I know.” Bobbie said. Tim looked around for the muffins.

“The carmapples are gone? Awww. I really wanted one.”

Bobbie went to the freezer and retrieved another of the ice cream sandwiches. Tim’s eyes widened.

“They’re done?” Tim clapped and took the cold circle, Bobbie turned to make sure the freezer was latched. Faye looked at Tim out of the corner of his eye.

Tim immediately began licking the middle seductively while stealing a glance at Faye. She knew he saw, the skin got all red around the dark smudge.

Silly boy, he’s embarrassed? Why?

“Here, put this on.” Bobbie handed a glove over to Faye.

“What gives?”

“Beth and I have this; just keep out of the way.”

“I’ve worked here before.” Faye said, indignant.

“What goes in the banana bread, walnuts or almonds?”

“I…I….” Faye reached for the knowledge, but it just wasn’t there. “Dammit.”

“Right. You burned your hand; you can keep an eye on Tim.” Bobbie looked back to see Tim snapping a selfie, the flash dazzling her eyes and making her blink several times.

When Beth finally showed up she was excited to see Faye there.

“Hi, guys. Ready?” Beth seemed happier than usual.

“Hi, Beth.” Tim said, waving cutely. Beth waved back.

“Awesome, now that we’re all here. How about we add some extra bacon to the first batch?”

“Yeah.” Bobbie said. “We can do that.”

“Someone burned his hand today.” Bobbie jerked her thumb to Faye, who held up the gloved hand.

“Oh. I was just thinking that maybe we could sell it. I tried some on a salad and it was really good.” Beth said, Tim brightened.

“That’s a good idea. That means you can still have sugar and bacon on a diet…” Tim bounced, as if the revelation were of biblical importance. She looked down as light caught the glossy paper of the Teen Cosmo she had started earlier, but she couldn’t remember what she read exactly. “Can I read that again?”

 “Good idea, Beth.” Faye said, leaning towards Bobbie. “Can I get a kiss?” Faye’s smirk threatened Bobbie’s personal space.

Gritting her teeth. Faye, you’ll die for this. Bobbie acquiesced and kissed. She braced against the tongue. It didn’t feel familiar at all.

Breaking the kiss, Bobbie hugged Faye close.

“Don’t ever fucking do that again.” Bobbie whispered to her boyfriend’s body. She brought her hand down hard on the glove.

“Ow, shit.” Faye blurted.

“Oh, sorry.” Bobbie said. Faye knew from her expression.

She wasn’t.

 ***

Rach was having so much fun planning this. But if Faye was pranking, she could keep up. Money be damned, the photo record will be worth it. The mall stretched out before her.

Or everything goes back unopened. Either way, someone wins.

Drowning Faye in the feminine had long been a fantasy for Rach, and she was going to put every last thing she wanted in the impromptu shopping trip. After several stops, one large peanut butter cookie, and a large iced tea, there was a pink purse, pink sunglasses, a teddy bear backpack. Pink cat barrettes…

And the piece de resistance…

She looked at the piece of jewelry in the box and chuckled.

It was a gold colored necklace encrusted with rhinestones that flowed Faye’s name in a beautiful script on a gold chain.

Alright, babe. Let’s play.

She wondered how long Faye would let it go on before freaking out. Rach laughed as she headed to the drug store to finish the shopping.

 ***

Tim’s phone buzzed and Faye answered. “Hi…” God, it was awkward answering his phone. He'd only just grown used to answering his own phone after spending time as Bobbie.

“Yeah. Sure… mom. No problem.” Faye cringed slightly at the word 'mom', looking up at the other occupants. “I’ll be right back.”

“I wanna go, too.” Tim said, bounding to her feet. “She’s my mom!”

“Yeah.” Faye sighed. “Come on.”

Tim followed Faye upstairs. Myka was sitting at the computer as they arrived. “What’s Bobbie’s size?”

“Zero.” Faye said without hesitation. “She has a dress. Heather took care of…”

“I know, Betty asked me. She’s pretty cool. We’re gonna do that girl’s… Faye? Is that you?” Myka asked, curious about the girls new look.

“Yeah.” Tim giggled.

“She had a photo shoot, long story. Probably bore the pants off you.”

“Right, you told me Faye was a model. I may have been a homecoming queen, but I was never as pretty as you.” Myka smiled at Faye, allowing the fleeting memory of that long ago high school day to run unfettered. “I was wondering if you knew where the last week’s printouts were?”

“Oh.” Faye said. “My room.” She remembered seeing the stack of papers on Tim’s nightstand.

Tim followed Faye to ‘his’ room. As she watched him walk, eyes lingering on his firm butt....wicked thoughts began to coalesce in her mind. She knew it was weird to be attracted to her old body, but she couldn't help it. Was it normal to be so horny all the time? He had certainly never been as a guy. This body constantly ached, yearned for sexual release. Tim suddenly stopped in her tracks as she was struck by an eerie epiphany.

Wait...Does that mean I like boys now?

Tim thought about it for a moment, trying to rationalize what she was feeling, but it's too hard to think when you actually try. Besides, she was totally a girl now, aren't girls supposed to be turned on by guys? Female arousal was so strange, so inverted from normal. She tried to imagine what that would be like, to lie with a man, to have her pussy, wet with arousal, spread open by a hard cock... she felt her crotch tense and grow warm in anticipation...

No! She protested. Never, never, never! She told herself again and again, shaking her head slightly, feeling soft blonde hair brush her shoulders, but her body was excited by the thought! Damn it, she could feel her big pink nipples erecting!

Am I really just a dumb slut now? Tim wondered, body all tingly with desire as she watched Faye disappear into the bedroom. She felt pretty slutty... but it felt nice. What's wrong with that? She liked having big titties, and nice pink girl nipples.

"This is so confusing!" Tim said aloud, not thinking about who might hear. "I need to figure this out the easy way..."

Faye barely had time to hear the door lock behind him, before Tim had him cornered.

“I think you’re cute.” Tim whispered, letting her Thrall instincts and arousal take over. “You’re cute every time we’re together. Even when I was a boy. But now I'm wearing the skirt, and I think I look better in it than you did.”

She giggled, hand along the inside of his thigh. Her body just seemed to know what to do with him, and Tim didn't mind one bit. This was way more fun than she thought it would be. Faye looked so cute when he was embarassed.

“Bobbie won’t go out with me now, ‘cuz I’m a girl, but you totally can.” She purred.

Faye stiffened, in every way possible. This was the first time Tim had ever seen Faye struck speechless. She grinned impishly...wow, I can really knock 'em dead, can't I? She idly wondered if her body had that effect on other guys...

“Whaddaya say.” Tim smiled as she felt the felt the rousing inside his pants.

He looked at her nervously. “Tim, we can’t. I mean, what about Rach?”

“What about her?” Tim looked at him, oblivious.

“She’s my girlfriend.” Faye said matter-of-factly.

Tim brightened. “I have a girlfriend? Awesome, and we have a sleepover tomorrow? Oooooh, that’s gonna be so fun. Maybe…. “ Tim licked her lips as a male fantasy popped into her mind through the pink fog of arousal.“…we can call you?”

“Yeah. Rach would probably decapitate me with a butterknife. But, you have fun and we’ll talk about it later, okay?”

“’Kay.” Tim said, turned and wiggled her shapely ass, winked at him over her shoulder. She didn't know why she was so worried about being attracted to guys. Toying with Faye was so much fun, she couldn't wait to try it again. Her mind began to wander as she stepped outside, remembering how her body used to look naked when she was a boy. It was a minute or two before Tim realized she was just staring at herself, huge tits rising and falling softly with each breath.

“Here you go.” Faye walked past Tim to living room and handed the sheaf of papers over. “Gotta get back. See you later.”

“Oh, I’m going out in a little bit. Betty’s coming to get me. You have the place to yourself tonight.”

Tim caught up to Faye halfway down the stairs when Tim grabbed Faye’s hand, stopping him. Using her height from standing on a taller stair, she turned Faye around. Lips met and a tongue invaded. Faye felt Tim’s hands slide up his sides, her right moving up over the clipped short hairs of his right side. The kiss continued as Tim brought her hand down the back of his neck.

“I know you want me. I want you, too.” Tim said. “Bobbie won’t mind. She knows I’m a girl.”

“Tim…”

“I don’t like it when you call me that.” She pouted. "Tim is a boy’s name. You're a boy, I'm a girl."

"What should I call you, then?" Faye looked at her curiously.

Faye could almost her straining for a response.  “Call me…. Timmi.”

Faye widened his eyes. “Okay… Tim….”

“Ah ah… Timmi.” ‘Timmi’ wagged a finger.

“Fine, Timmi. I…”

"We went out before when things were all strange and you were Bobbie. You had a good time, right?” She looked up at him hopefully.

“Ti… Timmi.” Faye held her hand gingerly. “You showed me what that’s supposed to feel like.”

Timmi smiled. “See? Now it can be your turn to be the cute guy. Besides. What else am I gonna do tomottow night?”

“Bobbie…”

“Bobbie won’t mind, I promise. Let’s have some fun!”

The bulge in his pants did Faye’s thinking for him. “Sure, but let’s get back downstairs.”

“Don’t worry, Faye.” She lowered her voice to a sexy whisper.

“I won’t tell.” Timmi crossed her heart and raised a hand in a Boy Scouts salute. The remainder of the trip down the stairs, Faye wondered exactly what in the hell he was thinking.

Or is little Faye doing the thinking?

Little Faye?

Jesus Christ, how do things get this confusing?

 ***

The bakery continued its operations, with Beth and Bobbie taking care of everything. Faye came down a flustered, while Timmi came down behind him looking oddly pleased with herself.

          Bobbie noticed Faye’s grey rainbow, her abilities as Advocate told her that something shocked him. Timmi’s smiling face told a tale that all the colored ribbons in the world couldn’t. Crap, Tim’s hitting on him.

           Faye turned her down, obviously. He’s not a Thrall right now. There’s no way that he’d…

           Bobbie paused, taking a moment to remind herself that Timmi was the walking incarnate of sex on legs. Would Faye be able to resist? A shiver ran down her spine as she pushed the thought aside. She didn't want to know.

            It was late; Beth’s little bags of candied bacon were set by the register. Timmi had found herself a comfy chair to sit cross-legged in, and was studying the Cosmopolitan magazine with Oxford scholar intensity. Her ditzy mind was slowly gaining knowledge of things that would have left her completely disinterested just days ago. Makeup. Fashion. Hairstyles. Hot gossip. Sex tips. She was totally enthralled.

             This stuff is so cool, Timmi thought to herself as she scanned each page with an insatiable hunger for more. It seemed like a total crime to live without pretty things now that she was a girl. She wanted to look as sexy as she could, just to see that befuddled look on Faye's face.

             Tim giggled to herself. She idly wondered if all boys were so easy to toy with. As a guy, Tim had never been all that confident around beautiful girls, even when he first met Bobbie. But now that she was a gorgeous blonde, Timmi wanted to see how easy it was to make all the boys do whatever she wanted.

            “You can keep that one, I’m done with it.” Beth said smiling, wiping the last of the chocolate scraps off of the fondant station. Timmi took a second to register that most people were still calling her Faye, before she jumped up and hugged Beth, giggling at the memory of the marble slab’s secret.

            “Thanks! I need to get some of these.” Timmi held the rolled bundle against her heaving bosom. “They are cool.”

             Bobbie watched the exchange. Dammit, Tim. Fashion magazines? She was still trying to get her head around what had happened...when she'd swapped bodies with Faye, their bodies remained the same. But this time… what was so different about the process that Faye's body had transformed into that of a total bimbo? It was obviously affecting Tim mentally: The boy she knew was in there, but it seemed like the longer he stayed, the more he was starting to get all Jake Sully. She rolled her eyes, thinking mirthfully that this would still make a better movie than Avatar. Screw Prom, I just want him back.

            There had to be a way to fix this whole mess. She’d been in his position not all that long ago. Sure, she'd fallen victim to that body and its seemingly limitless sex drive, but at least she didn't turn into a total ditz. She was worried about what would happen if Tim started to enjoy herself so much that he wouldn't want to go back. Or worse still, what if there was no way to go back and he was stuck that way forever?

           “You’re the Advocate, figure it out.” Bobbie said to herself, shaking her head.

           “Huh?” Timmi looked up from an article called 10 Ways To Make Him Love You.

           “Nothing.”

           “That’s daddy.” Beth said. “I’ll see you all tomorrow. Bye, Faye.” Beth left, the door chime ringing hollowly.

           “Bye.” Timmi said waving and strangely not smiling.

            Faye twigged to it first. “What’s wrong?”

           “My daddy’s gone.” Timmi sauntered over to where Faye stood. Her hips swung alluringly with every step as she took hold of his arm. Bobbie cleared her throat. What the hell...was there something going on between those two for real?

            “What?” Faye asked innocently, like having his arm around your girl- ugh, boyfriend wasn't something worth objecting to.

            “Just…let’s go.” Bobbie shook her head.

             ***
            They stopped for gas on the way home, Timmi quiet. Faye took an extra minute to grab a small Cherry Iced Sucky and a couple of fashion magazines. Should keep Timmi busy for a while.

            At the checkout, he noticed a display of locally made braided leather bracelets. The rack seemed full of dreary ones. Then, there was the one. It stood out. Five cords; braided together with intricate knotwork, black and tan beads holding together the ends.

           “These.” Faye put the magazines and the slushy drink on the counter. Thirty on five and this guy right here.” Faye pointed a strong finger. Waiting on his card to be run, he got the bracelet tied onto his left wrist.
 
           “Thank you, come again.” The clerk smiled and turned back to his duties. With the drink in one hand and a roll of magazines in the other, Faye got back to the car and presented Timmi with the contents of both hands. Bobbie gave a peculiar look.

           “Awww, thanks.” Tim smiled, accepting the drink. She unrolled the magazines and tried to study the cover in the waning light of late day.

          “That should keep her busy for a while.” Faye said to Bobbie’s look.

          Bobbie noticed the bracelet as Faye had his hand atop the steering wheel.

         “Decorating the walls again?” Bobbie said.

         “Please, not like I'm dying my hair.”

         Bobbie looked back in time to see her boyfriend in the back seat, posing seductively. Her finger was twirled in her hair as she positioned the camera to show off as much cleavage as possible.

         “Owie!” Tim yelped as the flash went off. “Why does this thing keep doing that?”

          Bobbie sighed, shaking her head. "You've got to turn the flash off Tim."

         Timmi blinked a few times, blue eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. "That's not my name anymore. Call me Timmi."

        "Timmi?" Bobbie balked. "Are you serious?"

         "Sure." Timmi stated like it was no big deal. "I'm a girl, so I want a girl name."

          Oh crap. Tim, we're gonna fix this. I swear.

 ***

          Nick was sitting at the tv again, waging war on a colorful array of opponents. The door opened and the trio from Cheepskates arrived. He wasted no time laughing.

          “Holy shitsnacks, Faye.” Nick chuckled. “Get caught in the gears at the Barbie factory?”

           Timmi barely noticed Nick enough to look up from the magazine, instead walking towards Faye's bedroom. “I’m gonna go to bed.”

          “Wait, what?” Nick asked.

          Bobbie looked at Faye. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She turned in to hug him and pecked at his cheek. Faye took the hint and disappeared towards into the darkness outside.

          Bobbie took a seat on the couch beside Nick, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Faye gave me the keys. I have some deliveries that I need to…”

          “Faye let you borrow the EVO?”

          Bobbie looked at him curiously.

“What’s wrong?”

Bobbie paused, trying to phrase this as delicately as possible. “Look...I don't really know how to explain this, but the magic that turned Faye into a girl is acting a little wonky.”

          “Wonky how?” Nick adopted a scared look, his darkness expanding for the first time in Bobbie’s experience

           Bobbie shook her head. “I don't know what’s changed, but something’s wrong. But relax, okay? Weirdly enough, I think I can help.”

          Nick studied her closely “So...what's her deal then?”

          Bobbie put her hand on his. “Look, it's not a big deal or anything. She's not going to turn into a pumpkin at midnight. I just need you to…”

         “Stay out of the way?”

           “No, you're probably one of the best things in her life right now." Bobbie smiled warmly at Nick. His darkness radiated strangely pulsating greys, showing genuine concern, the tight movements precise. Giving the other parts of it deeper meaning, love…

"Something about the magic has changed her physically. She just seems...well, ditzier. Can you just talk to her a little? We need to smooth this over until I can figure this out.”

           Nick sighed. “If I didn’t love her… Bring her out here.”

           Bobbie went to the door and opened it to be greeted by yet another flash of light. Timmi was posing in front a full length mirror, wearing only her underwear and a pair of sunglasses.

            “See? Sunglasses. Glad Faye left these. That light doesn’t bother me anymore.”

             Bobbie resisted the urge to facepalm. “Nick wants to see you.”

             “Why? Is he gonna be mean again?" She pouted, pulling off the glasses. "I’m prettier than Barbie.”

               “Why don’t you go find out?”

               “Okay.” Tim said, resigned to her fate.
         
               Nick looked at his now blonde roommate. “I’m sorry, Faye. I wasn't trying to be mean earlier. You…er… look very pretty.”

               “THANK YOU!” She said, propelling herself toward the blond dude that stood in the center of the room.

               Nick saw Bobbie mimic hugging back, which he did.

             “You’re a good friend.”

             Tim skipped down the hall, in her underwear.

             Gonna be a long night.

 ***

"oooooooo!" Timmi heard herself scream, thrashing in bed as she woke from a good dream into something even better. Her breasts bounced freely underneath her PJ top and she could feel the hot, wet emptiness in her bucking hips as her pussy ached for attention.

          Timmi licked her lips, fingers trembling as she reached down to the still unfamiliar swell of her new womanhood. She didn't know if she should be doing this, but her body ached for it so badly. It needed release in the worst way. As she felt her fingers delicately slip off her panties, touching the wet, luscious flesh of her hairless pussy, she arched her back and moaned. Without thinking, Timmi started rubbing, feeling the smooth folds part, and felt the wetness of a girl's secret hole beyond it. She moaned wantonly as her digits pushed against that void, and felt a finger slide into her vagina.

          She gasped sharply, pleasure filling her hips. Timmi thrust further in and wiggled the finger. She could feel hot, wet and feathery flesh squeeze her finger, but she could also feel a finger wiggle inside the contracting canal of her vagina. The dual caused another moan, but she didn't stop. Couldn't stop. She explored further, discovering a small, swollen bud that was exquisitely sensitive. She rubbed it, already hungry for more of these wondrous sensations that were permeating her whole being.

          Timmi's mind reeled with the pleasure being thrust upon it. The sensations were more intense than any drug high she'd ever experienced. This was peerless. Timmi was already adamant that she needed more of this...no matter how she attained it.

          This pleasure.

          A girl's pleasure.

          She had to have more.

          Images of Faye's now masculine body suddenly floated into her mind, and her moans quickly grew into fevered cries as the pleasure rose in her hips, back arching as she lifted her PJ top to thrust out her huge jiggling breasts, capped with thick erect nipples.

          "More...more...more! MORE! OOOOOHH!" She screamed as the dam burst, and pleasure suddenly flooded her body from the cramping, seizing canal in her hips! Her feet drummed on the bed, pussy throbbing and pulsing as a wetness flooded from within her, down her pulsing slit to drip down into the crevice of her rounded ass.

          Timmi lay on the bed for several minutes on the bed, basking in the delicious, fading glow of the orgasm. She felt sticky, but it felt good, too. Her mind started to wander as she thought about how aroused she felt.

          Eventually she sat up, smell of girl-sex still lingering in the air as she peeled off her PJ top, leaving her completely naked. Timmi decided she needed a shower to clean off all the sweat and stuff. She began walking to the bathroom, but paused for a moment, distracted by her reflection in the full length mirror Faye kept in her bedroom.

          Timmi posed, giggling lightly as her reflection followed suit. God, being this sexy was so awesome! She bit her lip as her eyes settled on her huge tits. They seemed as big and round as volleyballs, capped off with big, thick pink nipples. She'd already seen them yesterday when she was in the shower, but they were just so big and alluring. No wonder Bobbie said they were her favorite feature when she was Faye. Timmi smiled to herself, pulling her shoulders back to thrust them out proudly. They were even bigger than when Bobbie had them, and she loved that...Timmi, more girly and feminine than Bobbie? The thought just made her whole body shiver delightfully. Her eyes wandered down, marveling at how her hips were almost freakishly wide compared to her waist, especially when she looked down at herself. Her crotch was small, pink and completely hairless, which Timmi thought made it look totally cute and super girly. She had to resist the temptation to reach between her legs and stroke it gently, lest she wind up in another screaming climax.

         For a long time she just stared at herself, watching her tits rising and falling softly as she breathed. She reached up and groped her boobs on impulse, mind still fuzzy with thoughts of boys and Faye. Wow! They felt even better than before. They were so big and heavy, she wanted to lean forward and just swing them around.

         Birds chirping outside the window snapped Timmi out of her reverie. It was dawn, and Nick would be up soon. Bobbie too, if her cries hadn't already woken them. And there was something she was dying to do before they had a chance to stop her...

        Timmi had crept into the bathroom, making sure nobody saw her...but at the same time a little disappointed that Nick hadn't caught her walking around naked. Would he act like Faye did and get totally embarrassed? Or would he make a move on her..? Timmi tried to focus on the task at hand, which is totally harder than you would think it could be. But she'd already made up her mind: She wanted to try out all the new stuff she'd learned from Faye's magazines. She looked around the bathroom and searched high and low in a berserk scavenger hunt.

            “This is gonna be fun.” Timmi said, taking inventory. Wow, Faye had everything a girl would ever need to make herself pretty forever.

            There was every form of facial paint available, from foundation to a rainbow of eyeliners, both liquid and pencil. There were curling irons and straighteners. Sprays, creams, gels, and so much more.

             Faye always looks pretty, that’s why the boys like her. But it’s a different pretty.
And it always pays to be pretty.

            Boys… Thoughts of being groped and caressed by viselike hands. Feeling the hard…

            Timmi felt sweat start to bead on her skin, the looked to the shower.

            All those magazines say to start with clean skin.

            Timmi turned on the faucets and stepped into the shower, letting the warm spray of water strike her breasts, causing her to gasp in surprise. After a few minutes, Timmi as awestruck as to what an unbelievable experience this simple exercise was turning into. The act of lathering up a sexy female body dovetailed with the fantasies of many teenage boys, Tim included! Her heart raced and she breathed shallowly, watching suds run down curvy, dewy skin. The menial act of washing had turned into something else.

           The dripping wetness between her thighs came from more than just the
shower the aching void in her hips was intense! Timmi was shocked that she would already be so aroused after already experiencing one climax just minutes ago. She recalled Bobbie vaguely mentioning how Thralls are like, total nymphos or something. But she'd never believed it until she found herself in the body of one of Lust’s servants.

          She soaped up her chest, and watched the foam slide down between two enormous, swollen mounds, their tips sporting bubblegum-colored nipples that were erect with excitement! She pinched them gently, and reeled as she felt her pussy started to tense, passage cramping, and then she was moaning as pulses of pleasure shot through her shaking hips!

         Timmi heard a girl crying out in lust for the second time that morning, and blushed, knowing it was her voice! The tremors and pulses died down, her pussy quivering gently with the aftershocks of the orgasm. Her clitty was still tingling as she stared at herself in disbelief...she couldn't believe she had an orgasm just by soaping up her tits! And she still felt horny... although thankfully the second orgasm had taken off the edge.

        Stepping out of the shower, she began to dry herself  as she looked around the bathroom. This is gonna be so fun. She knew that Faye would be surprised that she wouldn’t have to dress her or do her makeup or…

        The tingling intensified when she thought of Faye. He was cute, just like she thought that Bobbie was so pretty when she was a boy. Timmi felt it was her solemn duty to be not just pretty, but a new pretty that surpassed the old, boring Faye.

         It was good that Bobbie was asleep in the front room. She had to talk to Nick about something, but Timmi was so busy learning how to make her hair prettier, or how to make boys do what she wanted. Those magazines are so smart. Why didn’t I ever read those before? All the advice is totes amazing.

         And that bag she'd found buried in Faye's closet? It had all the cutest stuff in it! Why does Faye keep all the super pretty stuff hidden? Thoughts returned to Faye, and Timmi giggled. She just wanted to always feel tingly like this.

        Besides, confusing boys is super fun. She smiled when she thought of how the rainbows twisted and warped in the stairway.

        See? You were so confused by Bobbie. I bet she had so much fun watching me be all silly.

***
         Tshhhh! Tshhhhhh!

         Tssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

         Bobbie heard the noise in her dream. A teapot was jetting steam into the air; it burned her hand as she woke up to hear the noise continue into consciousness.

She looked over with one eye to see a column of red. The other eye opened as if spring loaded.

         “What the…?” Bobbie had the words out of her mouth too fast for thought to stop them.

         “Morning, Bobbie.” Timmi turned and smiled. Bobbie couldn’t even believe what she was seeing.

          Timmi had done her own hair, makeup, and wardrobe.

          And even Bobbie had to admit… She did a better job than I could have in a couple of days. Hell, she studied everything’s perfect placement.  Hell, better than Heather could’ve.

What’s happening to him?

          Timmi had gone from bombshell to goddess in the time Bobbie slept. She seemed a little taller from her vantage. She smoothly came over to where Bobbie lay. Six inch heels adorned her feet. How is he even walking in those? The dress was a similar shade of red and clung to every part of her with just the right amount of tensile strength. Green eye shadow added some color to the petite eyelids and cateye eyeliner so precise, it could have been drawn with a compass. She was tugging the ends of the red bow that sat off to one side of her head while voluminous curls cascaded suggestively towards her midsection. The blue eyes sparkled with happiness.

          “I studied those magazines last night.” Her eyes widened even more. “There was soooo much to learn, how do you girls keep up?”

            Nick came outside of the bedroom, only to turn around and go back in.

            “Aww, come on Nick.” Timmi whined.Nick reopened the door.

“I…I…I’ve never seen you look like this before. It’s different.” Nick smiled, worried for his friend. “It’s very pretty.” Nick said his smile as vacant as Timmi’s eyes. “Bobbie. I’m gonna hit the shower, you?”

Bobbie was stunned. Nick’s darkness was still tight; although his always acted funny. He moved quickly down the hallway to retrieve his clothes, leaving the two blondes alone

Timmi returned to the mirror and snapped a couple of quick pictures.

Bobbie was up and making coffee while Timmi remained absorbed by the person she deemed most beautiful.

Mirror, mirror on the wall…

 ***

Faye’s face itched, rubbing at the skin of her face, the tiny hairs seemed to scratch themselves as he rubbed. The familiar tightness of his boxer briefs alerted him to the fact that, like yesterday.

Still not dreaming.

He got up and headed for the shower. It was still dark outside, and he still had to go home.

There was sound in the living room. Peeking through the door. Faye saw Myka and another woman with a resemblance to Heather. Must be Betty. They were laughing and talking.

Must have been out there all night. Faye smiled, knowing that some of the time she spent in Bobbie’s body had done some good. The shower beckoned, He knew that he had to get to the place she actually called home. Tim…no, Timmi. Timmi? Jesus, this was nuts.

“Tim. Come say hi to…”

“Hi. Miss Sweet.” Faye said.

“Ha, my reputation precedes me. Heather’s told me a lot about you. I bet she hates that shirt.” Faye was careful as he shook Betty’s hand. “Probably not too big a fan of the bracelet either.”

Faye laughed. “I’m gonna run. I need to get Bobbie and Faye today.”

“I’ll see you later…”

“…mom.”

 ***

Nick was just getting out of the shower when the EVO pulled up to the house. Bobbie answered the door and wanted to laugh. Glad I could save him from that. The thought of him willingly dressing like this again made her shudder.

It looked like his old clothes were still somewhere, remnants of the days before Heather gave him some style. Some sort of trendy urban graffiti scrawled across the front. Faye had managed to get the hair right at least.

“You need to see…”

“Hi, Faye.” Timmi waved excitedly. Faye’s jaw opened and the eyeballs threatened to go with it.

The red dress clung lusciously to every skin cell, showing off more than was hidden. The red bow and lipstick balanced out the pretty face and the wide vacant eyes.

“See? You got those magazines for me and I read them. I can get myself ready now.”

Faye was responding in that special way again.

“How’d I do?” Timmi was far too cheerful for this early in the morning.

Faye was stunned.

Bobbie’s face went still. “Yeah. That happened. I’m going to hit the shower. Coffee’s ready.”

Bobbie looked nervously over her shoulder as she left the hallway.

Faye went into the kitchen and pulled down the Aperture Industries mug. He looked over and pulled down another mug.

“You didn’t answer me.” Timmi said in a singsong voice. She bent, showing the plunging neckline.

“You look beautiful.” Faye said.

Timmi sprung towards him. “I like the bracelet.” She ran a hand along his face and giggled. “The stubble is cute.”

Faye scratched at his face. “Tomorrow is gonna be so fun.” Timmi continued. “Just you and me…”

Faye finished mixing the coffees and offered one to Timmi.

“See? This is fun. I always had to make two coffees. Now I don’t even make one.”

“You’re sweet.”

 ***

Timmi sipped at the coffee while Bobbie was in the shower. It was awesome the way that she didn’t have to make coffee. It was almost like the extra work she did getting pretty paid off in things she didn’t have to do.

Too bad I had to work so hard to bake those cookies and stuff.

She moved over and sat next to Faye. She eyed his distressed jeans and how they seemed to cling like plastic wrap before relaxing into wider pant legs.

“Tonight Rach and I are…” Timmi started to bounce again, the scoop neck’s integrity fluctuating wildly.

“I know.” Faye said. “Just be sure to…” Timmi moved closer to Faye

Timmi set her coffee down, the red lipstick mark a red gash against the beige mug.

As if Faye had said nothing, Timmi continued “Everything’s been so fun since yesterday. I know that it seems funny, but I never knew how cool this stuff could be.” She pulled a lock of hair away and studied the ends. “I burned myself on the curling iron a couple of times. But it didn’t seem to take long at all.”

Faye smiled at Timmi. “You did great, I’m sure that…”

“You’re gonna dress up tomorrow, right?” Timmi asked. “It’s so cool when we go out dressed up. Everyone stares.” She giggled, scrunching her face into an impossibly cute expression.

Bobbie came out of the shower. As if bit by something, Timmi moved across the room taking a seat on the other side of the couch.

“Let’s get going. I’ve got a bakery to run.” Bobbie sighed.

Piling in the car, the three magic victims headed off to keep up appearances one more time. First was Bobbie, running to the door, coffee in hand. Timmi came around to the front seat.

They pulled away and it took about seven tenths of a second before she had the visor down to check her makeup. “I wish we were going out tonight.” Timmi flipped the visor up and snaked a hand into Faye’s lap. She giggled as she felt the bulge return.

“Timmi…” Faye said. She responded by moving her hand back and forth.

“It’s not weird. I was doing that last week.” Timmi giggled so hard she ran out of breath.

“And two weeks ago I was doing that with you.” She pulled her hand away and folded her arms. “I don’t see what the big deal is. Wouldn’t it be weirder if it was someone else?” Timmi’s confused countenance belied a weakening resolve.

Sweat  appeared on his forehead by the time they got to Delacroix High. Timmi kept giggling every time she looked over.

“Okay, darlin’. Ride’s over. See you later. Call if anything happens. You have the number.”

Timmi leaned over and kissed Faye’s cheek. Giggling again as she watched her old face turn a red to match her dress.

Damn she’s…. friendly. Faye watched the curls bounce from side to side. He knew that she was looking back through the compact to see if he was watching.

It wouldn’t be weird, it isn’t you… not really.

Faye couldn’t keep from thinking about Timmi. As he watched her walk away, he exhaled hard.

Opening  the vibrating phone screamed that for his attention. it, Faye saw that ‘Faye’ had sent five pictures.

All selfies.

One in a bra, two without, one completely made up of cleavage. The last in a mirror showing the finished product.

Timmi: Blonde personification of male wish fulfillment.

“Jesus Christ.” Faye said, stirrings twitching with each finger swipe.

BZZT!

You have a fun day, too. Silly boy ;-p

“Fuck me.” Faye muttered to himself, squinting against the harsh light of the day.

Exactly.

***

The giggle in Timmi’s head wouldn’t stop. Feeling his… his…

Cock. The word was weird with its new connotation.

She laughed at the thought. How is it weird, she’s just using it.

I can use it, too. Oh the look on his face.

If it was possible, the bracelet and the stubble made Faye cuter. Maybe it was something about the way he stood. He had this glow like he was golden, it reminded her of pretty jewelry. She remembered that time when they went out when she was Tim and Bobbie was Faye…

Timmi giggled at the thought of who she used to be, Faye was a cuter Tim than Timmi was.

But it’s okay. I’m a prettier Faye. The confused look played heavy in her mind as she walked towards Kim.

 ***

Bobbie got the doors open on time and figured out Which was Hobson and which was Hudson. It was a quiet day. The goods sold early and there was no issue, Bobbie went as far as to start weighing flour and sugar for that evening’s prep. She knew that there would have to be something done over the weekend. Just need to look at a few things.

Faye was something else. The shirts only got progressively worse.

And that bracelet?

Don’t make me sic Heather on you.

She thought about when she first met Tim. Longish hair and a far less developed sense of style.

            Bobbie remembered that party so long ago. When he said “I like you, Bobbie Sharpe” she felt so…

            She just wanted him back, to be held in those arms.

            “Good morning, Welcome to Cheepskates.”

Bobbie made a note to stop by Sylvia’s and see Kim. At least find out what’s going on at school.

 ***

Rach was nearly asleep. Yeah yeah, Appomattox, white people. The night was spent planning what, in her mind was the ultimate prank.

If Faye went all the way with this, then even Barbie would throw up. Pink, I’m sure. Rach even picked up the Pepto Bismol only because of its color.

She sent a text before school, but her phone showed that she hadn’t read it yet.

If only this history shit would get to the end already. C’mon lunch.

 ***

 SMACK!

Kim had the yellow nail polish out and had an inverted guitar painted on the wall.

She felt that that weird Anarchy symbol needed a friend. The Ramones shirt and skinny jeans came into focus. She looked closely at Kim’s addition to the artwork.

“That you?” The newcomer asked.

“Yeah.” Kim said with a defiant tone.

“Cool tag.” She said noncommittally.

SMACK!

The door opened again, this time to reveal Faye in all her glory.

“What the hell, Faye? Playboy go to your head?”

“Huh?” Timmi said, she turned her attention to Kim.

“Hi, Kimmie.” Zoe’s face morphed into another expression of confusion.

“What gives, Faye?”

I know her….Zamantha…. no, Zoe.

“Hey, Zo.” Timmi said. “What do you mean?”

“You.” Zoe said with a look of mock shock.

“I wanted to be pretty.”

Zoe’s face got distant, as if looking at something from a great distance. “What have you done with Faye Valentine?”

Kim blanched. “Crazy time at the house, I guess. Bobbie told me that things are hectic, what with the bakery, and Faye’s shoots…”

“Makes sense, I guess.” Zoe said, picturing a gaggle of blondes packed into the EVO with shutting down a club in mind. “Gonna show those bunnies what a real party looks like?” Zoe smiled.

“Party?” Timmi asked.

“She’s kidding, Faye.”

“Am I?” Zoe asked, sharkish grin appearing.

Timmi giggled.

 ***

Two thousand dollars.

Roxx looked at the money laid out in front of her. The measured half grams in their green bags. If I could keep all of this… But, no. She had to get the money to the people it belonged to.

It had taken her a while to figure it out, but the main reason people always came to her was that no matter what…

Her drugs were better. She knew it had to be Lust, no other explanation. Every dealer had to see different levels of people. But the hardcore? Those were the ones she watched. When the stuff she got was only okay? They ate it up like it was freshly harvested and cured inside a supermodel’s pussy.

Roxx could see that they were higher. Hell, some of the die hards got high just from the test taste. There was no way the shit she got was able to be that potent, unless. She knew that there was more money out there, this grind of grinding was starting to grind.

Obvious boredom is obvious.

Still, she had to admit. There was more money now than ever before. She ran her hand over the new couch slowly. Gotta be a better way…

Boris and Yevgeniy make all the money and they don’t do shit. Roxx thought about how to get more out of this. She moved more product than the rest of the runners. She knew that the club brought in a lot, and the product flowed. Products of all types, black market stereos, fake handbags from Asian sweatshops. One thing her time at Vesuvius had taught her, organization was important.

“Maybe I’ve been going about this wrong…” Roxx said as she lit a cigarette.

Fuck all this noise. It’s time for a promotion.

She already had all the contacts, she knew how the business worked.

Then she thought about her hidden ace. I know what you don’t want.

Lying is easy, working is hard.

 ***

Rach had sent a text to Faye after third period. She sat parked by the hole in the fence, looking around nervously. The red dress shimmied towards her, The blonde girl checking her dress for snags in a panic. Rach watched her get to the car quickly and get in.

“Whew.” Timmi said. “I thought I was gonna get caught for sure.”

“Well, dressing like a stop sign didn’t help.”

Timmi pouted. “I thought…”

Rach smiled as she thought of everything that she’d planned. If I don’t get a fuck no from her at some point tonight, then I have failed.

The car headed out a full minute before the campus cop showed up.

 ***

Kim was worried. Her cigarette was half gone and still no Tim.

“Timmi.” Kim exhaled through her nose. “God, Lust. You could fuck up a Tom Petty guitar solo.”

No Zoe, Rach…

Nobody.

Well, it’s lunch. Maybe she’s there.

Sandwiches and sodas were gone when Kim sent the text to Faye. No point getting Bobbie worried now.

 ***

Faye was tying his shoes from the sidelines. The pickup game had being going pretty well. It turned out that there was a hell of a jumpshot in Tim’s muscles. The twinge in his right knee made him wonder.

The ball bounced towards him, Faye caught it from the air with one hand. Dribbling and switching hands, he spun on his right foot and took the shot when he saw the other two guys on him like white on rice.

God, I’m tired of thinking in food.

Judging the angle and launching the ball, Faye watched the ball sail smoothly towards the hoop. It rolled along the rim’s inner surface three times before falling in.

“That’s three.” Faye yelled, bringing a victorious fist in front of his face.

The game had gone well. Faye remembered a time when playing was something he watched rather than did. The strange sensations of being shirtless in public faded after a few minutes.

“That’s game, time for me to hit the shower. Got work later. See you guys tomorrow?” The scruffy looking guy asked everyone.

“Yeah.” Faye said. “I’ll be here.”

“Right on, new guy.”

Can’t call myself Faye…

“Kane.” It felt weird to say again after all this time.

“Rad, see ya tomorrow. Kane.”

“Cool.” The two engaged in a brodude handshake.

“Sick bracelet.”

“Thanks.” ‘Kane’ said.

At the EVO, he wiped the sweat off of his face and grabbed the extra shirt from the back. The Gatorade tasted good as the electrolytes allowed the rehydrating fluid to refuel his parched body.

Missed message.

Timmi’s not here… K

Faye sighed. Rach broke her out again.

He dialed Rach and it went straight to voicemail.

”Dammit, Rach.”  

Now I’m worried.

 ***

“We’re your three o’clock.” Rach said to the receptionist of Sassy Nails.

“Very good. This way.” The older Vietnamese lady led them to their chairs.

“Any idea what color, Faye?” Rach asked. “Same old purple?”

“Purple? Nah, too boring.” Timmi grabbed the color chart and squealed with delight.

A chipped, purple nail came down on a color that had more in common with a highlighter than bubblegum, but Neon Pink Panic it was.

Rach quirked an eyebrow. She’s gonna call my bluff on this one. You win round one Faye.

Rach and TImmi stood together for a second. “Faye. I wanted to ask you something.”

“’Kay.” Timmi asked vacantly.

“I managed to get Prom tickets for us. Thought you might like to…”

Timmi gasped, her eyes wide. “Of course, yes!” She hugged at Rach. Timmi remembered when she asked Bobbie out back when she was…

What? Pink nails are gonna be so cool.

Rach wants to go and dance with me. It sounded fun, but she wanted to dance with Faye…

Again?

She wanted to feel that stubble and run her hands over his short, clipped hair… the warmth of his inner thigh… his… Timmi felt her nipples respond.

“Easy, Babe. The real fun is after prom.” Rach said with mock admonishing.

“Ooh. Do I need a new dress? I bet I need a new dress, and I need to look for my makeup and find out where the shoes are…
            So many things to do and not a lot of time to do it…

I’m gonna be so pretty.

The nails were worked on. Wow this is so relaxing. Nothing like feeling your stress drain away after listening to all that boring stuff. Now that she was here with Rach, they could do some important stuff. She loved the mall.

 ***

“She’s gone AWOL.” Faye said on the phone.

“Oh, shit.” Bobbie said, pressing the phone against her shoulder.

“Not too worried, Rach probably just broke her out. I’m headed there now.”

“Good, everything sold out early and…” Dammit, Tim’s voice just makes me want to…

“Great.” Faye said back. “Be there in five.”

Bobbie sent a text to Timmi’s phone.

Have a good time with Rach, call me okay?

Knowing that it was Rach, she suddenly wondered about what that meant for the evening. Bobbie resigned herself to the obvious.

 ***

The mall was not as full of sights and sounds as it usually was, Fridays during lunch was set to pick up soon, but now it looked like the final refuge from a zombie invasion. Rach noticed that Faye was looking around wide eyed, like she had never seen the mall before. A small look of confusion crossed her face when she passed the game store without even looking into the window.

She’s acting a little funny. Apology or no.

“EEEE.” Faye squealed.

The ear splitting sound brought Rach’s head around to look in the display window of Debs Forever. There were so many candy colors in the window. Rach’s ears were still ringing when she looked to see a bunch of mannequins dressed either for the club or in a Halloween costume for sexy highlighter.

“We have to go in…” Faye said.

Now I know something’s up.

But what?

Faye was blurring through the racks like a jungle creature hunting Arnold Schwarzenegger, picking up one item after another.

“This is so cute, and this, and this…..” Faye had an armload soon.

Well, she’s about to parade in front of you in skimpy outfits. Can’t be all bad.

 ***

Timmi looked at the text. It was Bobbie…again.

It’s sweet that she keeps checking on me…

But give it a rest. Bobbie always worried, made sure everything was alright.

Timmi pulled out the phone in the confines of the dressing room. Better text her back.

But first.

Timmi snapped a couple of duckface selfies and sent them to Faye. Then flipped the text window up.

I’m okay. I’m with Rach. Shopping is so fun! See you later k? :-p

 ***

Bobbie got the text after getting off the bus. She was tired, and she still had homework And worrying about Timmi wasn’t helping.

Seeing that she was okay, Bobbie sighed relief and opened the door. Once inside, she collapsed on the couch and after a few minutes of the mental whirlwind dying down…

She was asleep.

 ***

Timmi was eating a corndog, much to the chagrin of several onlookers. She made it a slow process, savoring every last morsel.

Rach sipped at her lemonade, okay, she did the nails.

Timmi was looking at the fries that were left. They didn’t last long. The new pink nails screaming to have the volume turned down clashed with the tan corn dog stick.

The first lap around the mall continued. It was easy to distract Timmi. Rach knew something was up when she lingered for far too long at the PiercingPalace.

“What gives, Faye?”

 ***

“What gives, Faye?”

Rach asked. It took a second for her to remember that she had to listen when people called her Faye. She was looking at her stomach. It was cute and flat and was soo narrow. It wasn’t like she could see everything with those lovely mounds of flesh obscuring the view. But people needed to see more than her breasts.

“Oh, nothing.” TImmi said.

 

“Come on, tell me. What? Thinking of getting something pierced?” Rach snickered.

Timmi looked up and brightened. “Yeah! That sounds like fun.”

Well she hasn’t gotten another ear piercing in a while.

They stood in the lobby and looked at the jewelry. The girl at the front had enough metal in her face alone to set off metal detectors. Large gauge ear piercings stood out sideways.

“Just looking.” She said, bored. These preppies are just here to look. Especially Barbie over there.

Rach and TImmi stood over the case and looked at all the various adornments in their wide array of colors and styles.

“OOH!” Timmi exclaimed, pointing. “That is totes adorbs.”

Rach gave an odd look.

“How much for this one?” Timmi asked

“Babe, that’s a navel ring.”

“I know, it’s just that I totally have the stomach for it and…” Timmi stopped as if another thought had crowded it out.

“Don’t you think it’s cute?”

“It is, just never thought you’d…”

Timmi giggled. She looked up at the pierced girl behind the counter. “I’ll take it.”

Timmi handed over Faye’s fake ID and took the offered forms.

“Trench!” The girl called, a heavily tattooed bald guy came out from the back. “Got a navel for ya.”

“Which one?” Trench asked.

Timmi raised her and giggled as she went back behind the partition.

Her dress was hiked up and she was laying back on the table. She absently wondered if Trench was staring, or if he was busy with the gloves and the individually wrapped needle.

A gloved hand swabbed Timmi’s bellybutton, leaving it pleasantly cool as the antiseptic evaporated.

“Okay.” Trench said. “Keep your arms at your sides and relax.”

Timmi knew it would hurt, she wanted to pout over it. But, the thought of a new piece of pretty jewelry pushed it aside.

“Okay. It’s gonna pinch some. Take a deep breath.”

Timmi inhaled slowly. She felt the tickle of the sharp needle on her tummy.

“One…”

“Two…”

“Three.”

The needle was shoved home. Timmi squeaked in surprise. That didn’t really hurt at all.

“Okay.” Trench wasn’t finished yet. “I’m gonna put the ring in now.”

Timmi felt some twisting and pulling for a minute before…

“All done.” Trench said, turning around to get the preprinted sheet of aftercare instructions.

“I wanna see!” Timmi exclaimed. She jumped up and looked into the mirror.

“EEEE. I love it.”

Rach was out in the lobby waiting, flipping through one of the many tattoo magazines in the waiting area.

Timmi handed over Faye’s card and paid the balance.

Rach smiled. “Look good?”

Timmi went to hike her dress again before Rach stopped her.

“Let’s wait till we get to my place.”

“Can’t wait. We’re gonna have so much fun!!”

The itching started before they left the mall.

It had mostly stopped by the time they got to Rach’s

 ***

Bobbie was laughing and twirling with Tim, his quasi muscular arms around her slender shoulders while the music played. The darkness and pinpoints of light flashed by in many colors, she was reminded of the color displays she had seen as Faye.

It was so good to be back where she belonged; in his arms. There was an almost tangible happiness that wrapped her up like a blanket.

But, it was getting so hard to keep her eyes open. She blinked and Tim had disappeared.

Looking down put Faye’s face in her field of vision.

“You’re so pretty, Bobbie. Just like me…”

“Like me…”

“Can I cut in?” Tim’s voice reappeared in her ear as a hand was placed on her shoulder.

Bobbie turned to see the original face of her boyfriend, it was different in an abstract way.

“Can I…”

The shake again.

“Cut…” Again…

“In?”

 ***

Bobbie gasped and jerked awake to see Faye standing over her.

“Bobbie.”

It was Faye.

“Faye. Oh, shit. Must have passed out. What time is it? Where’s…”

 “I guess that Rach has Timmi. If I know her, they’re at the mall. They’ll be back at the house soon enough. We can stop by later if we need to.”  Bobbie returned to normal and let the new information out into the open.

Faye could still feel a little nervous. How would Rach handle Timmi?

Hell, how would Timmi handle Rach?

“Yeah, shouldn’t be too difficult. I was going to see Kim and mom today, see what’s going on with her at school.”

“Alright. We can do that.” Faye said, grabbing an oatmeal cookie.

“So, you’re letting her down gently, right?”

Faye swallowed and looked at Bobbie. “Huh?”

Bobbie tapped her temple. “I can ‘see’ you, dumbass. Maybe not in color, but she’s hitting on you, isn’t she?”

Faye blushed. “A little. Not too sure it’s her fault.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Bobbie pointed at Faye. “Takes two to tango.”

“What? You want me to be a bitch…?”

“…asshole? Whichever.”

“This isn’t easy for any of us.”

“Easier for you. You got your dick back.”

Faye laughed.

“Not funny.”

“You didn’t mind when you were in there, did you?

Bobbie swore silently under her breath.Of all the times to be right, you have to pick now.

“Probably not the time to bring this up. But, I’m taking her out tomorrow.”

“What? Faye…”

“Hey, That boyfriend of yours is just too sweet. No one ever made me feel like that. Now that he’s… she….”

“I kind of feel like I owe her. Dinner, movie, keep it simple… what else is she gonna do? Stay home and parade every outfit in front of you?”

“And the thought of having a hot blonde next to you…” Derision crept into her voice.

“Of course not, sweetheart.” Faye’s dudely smile returned.

“Fine. But keep your hands…” Bobbie pointed at Faye.

Faye put his hands up. “I won’t try anything. I promise.”

“You’re not the one I’m worried about.” Bobbie said.

“Fear not, darlin’ I can be a gentleman.”

Bobbie wanted to laugh derisively, but couldn’t.

 ***

Kim got home, still a little worried about Timmi. Faye’s not worried, so why am I?

“Kim?” Sylvia called.

“Yeah, mom. It’s me. Bobbie and Tim are stopping by in a minute.”

“Really?” Sylvia said, coming out of the kitchen. “Good. Been wondering how she’s been doing.”

“I’m gonna go change. If they get here…”

“You’ll know.”

Kim was in her room and getting the dress off, changing back into the casual jeans and shirt that signified staying home. She thought it funny how she was starting to enjoy dressing like Heather used to.

Did I change? Or did Lust change me?

The Bettie Page poster sat on the wall and towered over the room.

You were one of hers too, weren’t you Lust.

As she pulled her L7 shirt over her head, she wondered what it would be like to embrace the Thrall’s life.

As long as I keep some control, right?

Kim heard the doorbell and ran downstairs to open the door. Bobbie and ‘Faye’ stood there.

“Hey.” Kim said. Turning her head, she yelled. “Got it mom.”

Kim laughed. “You look kinda douchey. And what is up with that bracelet?”

“Screw you.” Faye said sharply. “I like it.”

“…and that shirt.”

“Okay, Heather.” Faye said.

Kim rolled her eyes.

Sylvia came out. “Bobbie. Hi.” Her broad smile came closer as Sylvia hugged Bobbie.

“Tim.”

“Hi.”

“I just came by to say hi. Haven’t been here in a while.”

“You know you can come back whenever you…”

“You can’t take her.” Faye said. “Who’s gonna make dinner…”

“…uhhh, for them?”

Kim laughed.

“Just wondered what was going on.”

Sylvia and Bobbie talked and played catch up while Kim gestured with her eyes for Faye to follow her outside.

 Kim had a cigarette out after they got about a block away. She lit it with a practiced motion, smoother, more graceful.

“Alright, how’s everything going?” Faye asked.

Kim exhaled smoke slowly. “Fine, I guess. You’re getting a lot of attention.”

“I already do.”

“Yeah, not like this. Timmi has been smiling and taking all the compliments and the invites.”

“Invites?”

“Dates, Prom, just to hang out… Blonde Faye is popular. And the fact that Timmi hasn’t threatened to stab anyone.” Kim studied the ends of her brown hair that now reached her shoulders.

Faye facepalmed. “That dude is gonna undo my rep.”

“Yeah. Well, maybe you should have thought of that…”

“Kim.” Faye warned.

“What? You messed with his colors.”

“I didn’t mean…”

Kim dragged on her cigarette. “Then you brought me into it, now Tim is closer to Girls Gone Wild than he ever wanted to be.”

“I know you’re a little confused. But do you wanna explain why you’re not scared or anything?”

“Huh?”

Kim exhaled. “God, you are dense. All that testosterone?”

“You can’t hide your feelings in there.”

Faye had forgotten about that.

“Just that Lust has fucked with me before. Panicking does nothing.”

“I know that’s not a straight answer.” Kim said, crushing out her cigarette.

“Deal.” Faye said. “Right now, I just want to get everything fixed before he does too much damage.”

Kim ran a hand through her hair. “Let’s just get back.”

When the duo reentered the house, Bobbie and Sylvia were talking. Kim liked what she saw, Roxx and her bullshit finally gone, they can get back to being…

Family.

 ***

“Look, Benny. I don’t know what happened to him. Haven’t seen him since…”

A burst of yelling crackled across the line.

“Just come in guns drawn and demand to see the cistern. They’ll know what you mean.”

More static.

“’Course not. Just do it tonight. It’s a slow night, less people.”

“See you then.”

Roxx hung up the phone and smiled.

If you want anything done...

 ***

“Will you stop rubbing at it.” Rach said as she swung into the driveway.

“It’s itchy.” Timmi said. It sucked having the bandage on it. Such a pretty thing should never be hidden. She was already rethinking her wardrobe, eliminating things from the rotation that covered her navel. Timmi drifted back to Trench.

He was kinda cute. His tattoos were really cool.

Skulls and flames and….Timmi giggled. She thought about running a hand over his smooth head. Can’t wait to use that one with the pink and white chain. Timmi thought about how it would sway when she moved.

Rach opened the door and let Timmi in.

Okay… 3…2…1…

“EEEE!” Timmi squealed. The room was awash in pink, there were pink things all over the place. Pink rose petals on the ground. The lamp had a special shade that bathed the room in a bubblegum glow.

 ***

This was starting to go beyond freaky. Faye so far today had eaten a corndog in public, pierced her bellybutton... Was she giggling back there with that guy?

That squeal that she emitted upon entry was pretty much the exact opposite of what it should have been. Rach expected explosive laughter followed by occasional profanity, which would end in 100% humidity and torrential downpour.

But this…

This was a desert; Faye seemed completely oblivious to any of it. She’s gotta be fucking with me. Rach grabbed the remote and hit play. The media system came to life, sound pouring from the conglomeration of speakers.

 ***

“Ohmigod… I LOVE THIS SONG!!!!”

Timmi knew this one, it used to play at the bakery a lot when Beth played it. She always smiled when it played. She’s cool, we need to hang out more. The thump of the bass seeped into her bones, commanding her to move. Arms starting to windmill.

Within three steps, Timmi had the six inch heels on the ground. Her balance was pristine. Luscious ass cocked one way, neck the other, blonde curls flying in all directions. Pointing at Rach and singing.

You don’t have to feel
            Like a plastic bag
            Twisting in the wind
            Wanting to start again

Rach giggled for a minute as the song continued to play.

 ***

The giggling continued until the confluence of events grew to an astronomical tipping point.

No way she knew the words to that, would listen to it, know it would be on. No, the impromptu dance routine had to something else. In fact…

I’ve never heard her sing before.

Maybe she’s trying to apologize. She’d never allow me to…

Awww. She’s really sorry. She really meant it.

“Dance with me!” Faye screamed over the music.

Rach smiled as she began to bounce.

 ***

The club was slow. Old timers and flashers at the tipping rail. A couple of frat boys sat in the corner with their ever-present grins and backwards baseball caps.

Roxx was nervous. She knew Nikki wouldn’t hurt her unless they told him to. Confidently, she strode to the booth that held the two men she feared as much as Lust.

“Preevyet, Roxx.”

Roxx smiled. “Dobra deyn.”

“You wanted talk?”

“Da.”

“Somebody’s coming. Not sure who he is. But he’s coming tonight.” She activated her phone and turned it to the two gentlemen.

“I hear things. A lot of things.” Roxx could tell that they were worried.

“Maybe you should lay low for a bit. I know that I’m just a girl…”

“N’yet. You very good at everything.”

“Good, then you’ll understand when I say that…”

A trenchcoated man shoved himself into Roxx, shoving her into the older man. The telltale click alerted the three to the weapon under the table. Benny…

“Cistern. Real quiet, we all….”

Clank Cough, Clank Cough.

Nikki’s face was steel as the man slumped. Roxx felt the sticky mass seep under her ass.

 Both Boris and Yevgeniy looked to Roxx.

“She came good time.” Nikki said, bringing up his silenced Makarov. He unscrewed the barrel extension. “Was drawn when he sat.”

Roxx felt sick, she wanted to cry for some reason.

Why? This was always the plan.

Benny was a lousy lay anyway.

Boris quietly ordered a round for everyone and put a second dancer on stage.

Nikki came around and got the tablecloth around the corpse tightly and walked it off of the main floor.

“Spassiba, Tovarisch.” Boris ordered three Chateau Mukhranis and looked at Roxx.

“Za Pazhaloosta, Nastrovya.” Roxx said, downing the shot. The burn felt good.

            There was no fear in these men.

Hmmm.

There was worry. But if it wasn’t fear than…

“Look, I can take care of this place. The girls listen to me; Boris, You hate the music and Yevgeniy, you hate the people. Leave Nikki, I can’t do what he does.”

“I can get more money out of this place. I’ve lived here a while. Do you have any idea how many times this place has changed hands? Believe me, Boris and Yevgeniy are only the latest. The Armenians here were butchers, and don’t get me started on the Australians. That meth cartel thing from a couple years back? Blew up in their faces, literally.”

“I know what the people want here. With a few tweaks, this place will be printing money.”

She laughed. “Well, more money.”

“Roxx…”

“Just a thought. After this…”

“You come up with this now… fast?”

“Well, yeah. Been knocked down before. It’s how fast you can get up again.”

Yevgeniy laughed. He turned to Boris and the Russian quickly blew past the ten or twelve words she had picked up at the club.

“We take vacation. Two weeks. Nikki stays. Booth is yours.” Boris said.

Yevgeniy finished. “But…” His voice took on an ominous tone.

“We will watch.”

 ***

Girl does her homework.

While the music continued to spin remixed girlpop, Faye had continued to dance and be bubbly and perky and…

“I had to take that band aid off. It was too itchy.” Faye yelled. Rach looked up the stairs. Faye was walking down the steps wearing her bra and panties… her hair  bow…

And a smile.

She reached down and moved the new jewelry with one hand., it played with the light, glinting against the white and candy colored splotches that covered the surface of the ring. It slid back and forth so easily…

The other hand held a black bottle. Rach recognized it as the pink hair dye that Faye needed to use every couple of weeks. Faye always has those pretty streaks, and it’ll totally match the pink outfit I found this morning…

Rach always helps, she’s Faye’s girlfriend.

The music stopped suddenly.

“Why’d you stop the music?” She yelled, seeming unaware that the music stopped.

Rach held up a finger.

“One large… everything. Ooh, ooh those chocolate cakes… yeah… 2 liter of coke.” Rach looked at her girlfriend..

“Yeah yeah… see you here.” Rach thumbed her phone off and just stared at the vision in blonde on the stairs.
             ***

Timmi thought it was so awesome that Rach had the dye here, her hearing was, like fading in and out.

“Babe, you getting allergic to clothes?”

“No, it was just itchy. That dress would have just been a pain to take off. Besides, I saw this up there.” Timmi held up the bottle.

“It would be soooo awesome  if you could…”

Rach smiled. At least something’s back to normal.

It took a while for Rach to add the Plutonium Pink dye, there was so much more hair now. Gonna need another bottle…

The pizza guy had shown up and had his insulated bag opened, hot steaming Italian goodness wafting its odors of onion and basil. Rach paid the guy, who couldn’t stop staring at the blonde girl sitting on the folding chair in the middle of the room.

In her underwear.

“What? It’s a girl thing. No whipped cream in that bag?”

Delivery guy stammered.

“Then have a nice day. Thank you.” Rach said, closing the door on the unmoved worker.

“Jeez, guys.” Rach set the pizza down and turned back to Timmi’s hair.

“Boys are funny. They always do stupid stuff around you when you’re pretty.” Like that time Tim asked Bobbie to the…

Aren’t I? Didn’t I?

The smell of the dye and the smell of the pizza made Timmi hungrier, that corndog was just for show. Everyone stared, it was just so funny, y’know?

Having Rach play with her hair was so relaxing, Timmi lost track of time, the pizza cooled while Rach finished adding the coloring agent and getting the mass of blonde hair under a shower cap.

 ***

“We’re done already?” Beth asked.

“Well, yeah. I took care of everything.” Bobbie said. “Got it done early, premeasured everything. Orders are caught up. You decorate tomorrow, they pick up Sunday. Done and done.”

“Cool beans.” Beth said.

“I’m just gonna wait for Tim to come down. He should be back soon.”

“Where was he?”

“I told him to take the night off. Go see a movie or something. With his hand, he’s not too much use. Besides…”

Bobbie hip bumped Beth. “We’ve got this, right?”

Beth giggled. “GRRL ARMY.”

“For sure.” Bobbie smiled warmly.

Beth left with her dad. Sylvia had told her that Roy had continued seeing her and Bobbie knew that she was happier than she had been in a long time.

Bobbie thought back to Robb, the person she had been. And Jeff, the father he had to finish growing up without. Sylvia put up with so much…

Glad to see her happy. There was no darkness hanging over her. It was just the normal worry of a mother.

Bobbie looked down and realized that she had eaten one of the German chocolate cupcakes. She noticed that she sometimes ate in thought. Maybe I should start walking again. Need to make sure Heather doesn’t have to take out that dress, and…

She laughed out loud. The thought that she had to stop freaking out about prom.

Dress, prom. Girl tree hit you with every branch…

Thinking of Tim, she realized that a few branches had flown past only to smack Tim directly in the face.

Timmi…

When Faye arrived, Bobbie was still stuck for a solution.

“Yo…” Faye said in a game show host voice, pointing a manicured nail at Bobbie.

“What the…” Bobbie noticed the look of freshly fussed over nails.

“Good god.” Faye said, bringing his nails in toward his palm. Inspecting them, she said. “How much sugar and butter did they get out of there? I have no idea. And these cuticles…”

Bobbie laughed. “Metroing some?”

“Just taking care of the place. Played a little b-ball today. That was kind of fun. I mean…”

Bobbie squinted. “Huh? I don’t…”

“I… Kane… well. I was a bit of a geek. Didn’t really play much. It was kind of cool to just go and play without the obvious asshole count.”

“I wondered what life would be….” Faye’s voice trailed off. Bobbie saw his greys move at weird angles.

Don’t be mad, Bobbie. You were there once, too. Echoes of Robb’s voice flitted through her synapses.

“Goddammit this is confusing. Any word from Timmi or Rach?”

“You know, you’re adapting to that name a little too quickly.” Bobbie accused.

“So I should be a dick?”

Bobbie’s face hardened.

“You still worried about me taking her out? This is my fault mostly. I’ll just keep her out of your hair. Think of it as me watching her. Kim’s stuck with her at school, Rach has her now. And who knows what all they’ll get up to…”

 ***

The shower was always so tingly and felt so awesome. The smell of the herbal bath gel mixed with the steam to make the bathroom pleasant smelling and humid. Timmi could see the lines of hot pink rolling down the walls like an alien had been executed there. Silly thoughts.

Timmi got out of the shower and grabbed two towels. One for her hair and one to cover herself. She stared into the mirror. Things are so different now, all she wanted to do was get back downstairs and see what Rach had to say.

The bags from the mall caught her eye again.  So many cute things. Shopping was so much cooler now. She remembered going with Heather and looking at…

Suits? So silly, these dresses were so much cuter.

Timmi had the hair dryer out while she contemplated the makeup on the table. She spent minutes composing the color combinations in her head. She absently toweled away the moisture in the long mane she had recently acquired. Wow the pink came out so bright, Rach is gonna be so surprised. Faye’s gonna be so surprised. She could already picture him dropping things and opening the door for her…

I used to hold the door open, it made me feel good. Now I want him to. Why does that seem weird?

Isn’t life so crazy? Now she was here with Rach… that was gonna be sooo fun.

Just need to finish getting ready.

Timmi was anticipating Rach…

But she was thinking about Faye. What would they do? Where would they go? What would Faye wear?

Ohmigod… What am I gonna wear? The whine of the hairdryer made thought really hard.

Assured that her hair was mostly dry, Timmi started the process of getting dressed. The feeling of the different fabrics sliding up her legs. The supple curves being lowered into the industrial strength cups. With the smooth motions of a Tai Chi master, Timmi smoothly hooked the clasp in an amazing display of zen archery.

The fishnets followed suit and the skimpy dress completed her lower half’s preparations. The fuchsia garment had triangular cutouts, including one that allowed full view of the flat stomach and the new ornament that lay therein.

 ***

What is taking her so long? Rach wondered what she was doing as she dipped a breadstick into the cup of sauce.

“Here I come.”  Came the voice from the top of the stairs. Rach was very glad that she hadn’t cleaned up the garbage bags from the floor.

Because there was no way that that sauce would have ever come out of the carpet.

Was that her girlfriend coming down the stairs? Or was this becoming something completely different.

Faye was wearing a skirt so short that Rach swore that she could read her mind. And if the dresses’ length didn’t do it, then the organic air conditioning would. There were triangles of supple tan flesh showing all around her midsection, the navel ring drawing attention like a lighthouse on a foggy shore. Her makeup was bold with thick dark lines around the eyes and bright pink lids, the bold red lips declaring that no one would look further. The hair had volume; rising up in the back, falling in gentle waves to partially obscure the pendulum like swing of her hips. The bright pink streak framed the right side of her face and continued all the way to the tips, where the last inch and a half had been completely taken over by the new color, the contrast in the pinks only serving to make the voluptuous hind end more suggestive.

“I….I….” Rach was speechless. Faye was always hot in that dark, gothy way. But this? This was…

Gorgeous…

“I knew you’d like it. This dress is sooo cute.” Timmi squealed, gently placing one heel on a stair followed by another. Slowly, deliberately.

Rach broke into a run, meeting Timmi halfway.

“One more thing, babe.” Rach said, pulling a small box from her pocket.

Timmi accepted the box and opened it.

There was a thin gold chain bunched up on one side of the box, it had been threaded through two small metal loops.

Connected to the loops was a piece of gold shaped into flowing script and encrusted with both pink and white rhinestones: Faye.

Timmi gasped. “For me?”

Rach looked at her girl dryly. “It’s your name.”

“EEEE!!! Thank you!!” Timmi nearly bowled Rach over, but the hug had more balance than it appeared.

“Lemme put it on you.”

Timmi had a flash of thought. Bobbie moving her hair to let Tim put the crossed spatula and whisk around her neck. She gathered the big blonde mass and swept it over a shoulder as she turned around. She felt the cold metal rest on her décolletage. She heard the clasp connect before turning around.

“It’s so pretty.”

“Just like you, Fay-fay.” Rach looked deep into the blue eyes, those aren’t contacts. Rach noticed the purple veins through her irises too late.

“Oh, Rach.” Timmi exclaimed. She parted her lips and leaned into Rach. Their lips met, tongues probing.

 ***

Those aren’t contacts….

Rach thought nothing of it. If anything about Faye Valentine was true, she was a funny girl.

Uncharacteristically, Rach opened her eyes mid kiss. For some reason she felt lighter. For some reason her thoughts were suddenly fuzzier, like everything was obscured by a pink mist.

Faye’s so pretty.

Suddenly Rach didn’t understand why she was smiling. She looked back into her girlfriend’s eyes. Everything about her body was getting all tingly, just like her head...but it felt great, so why worry about it?

A smile spread across her lips. “You’re just so pretty, Faye. Prettier than…”

Timmi pouted. “Don’t say that. You’re pretty like me now… look.”

Rach looked in the mirror. For a moment she was shocked by the image that greeted her. Her body...it was changing! Hair was growing longer and blonder, already reaching the small of her back. And just like Faye, her eyes were now a piercing cobalt blue.

But she felt that fear and panic begin to recede almost as quickly as it had appeared. Why should she be worried? Getting prettier wasn't something to be concerned about...right?

 

Rach brought her hands to her face. It had thinned out a little, the cheekbones becoming striking. Her lips plumping into a pout that men dream of, eyes swimming deeper into a dreamy deep blue. Quickly, she tried to think of something clever. But it's too hard to think about that stuff when you actually try. Instead her mind wandered, quickly focusing on something else that bothered her.

“Why didn’t you tell me I didn’t have any makeup on?”

Timmi giggled. “It’s okay… I have plenty. Come on.”

 ***

Timmi thought it was funny. When she closed her eyes to kiss Rach, everything seemed fine.

But when she opened them again…

Rach was changing. Hair growing longer, figure filling out. It was so cool to watch, just like a movie! Ooh, I bet she gets prettier too. Just like I did.

 Timmi still recognized Rach, but her body was shimmering and changing. She watched as Rachael's boobs began to grow....and grow! Soon they had more than doubled in size, looking positively huge on her small frame, tenting out her shirt and making midriff visible. Rach moaned wantonly as the fabric slid across her nipples, hands moving to those melons which were now stretching her top to the tearing point, trying desperately to seem more of those delicious sensations.

 Her hips flared out, straining against the well worn elastic of her sweatpants. Timmi's eyes settled on her butt as it filled out, the fabric stretching as if it was slowly inflated. Rach put a hand on it, the sensual feeling caused her to purse her lips and roll her eyes skyward.

Rach's hair had lengthened and lightened to the same shade and length as Timmi’s. Rach touched at it to find it was so much thicker than she remembered it. Like those models I keep staring at…. Rach never thought she would be as pretty as them…

But now I am…

“EEE! You’re so pretty Rach, we should…” An idea percolated through the layers of mental fluff. If she thinks she’s this pretty now…. Then…

“…come on.” Timmi said, pulling Rach up the stairs.

After a quick stop to Rach’s room, it took several second before both girls realized that there was nothing in Rach’s closet that was going to fit, now that her sexy parts were all different.

I know…

“The clothes we bought at the mall. You look the same size…” Timmi grabbed Rach’s wrist again and the other girl pliantly followed.

Moments later they were in the bathroom, laying out everything would leave in less than twelve parsecs.

Parsec? Twelve of those little green things that restaurants put on the plate… Timmi couldn’t remember why that was important, but with Rach there.

It just didn’t matter.

            The bathroom seemed normal, although all of Timmi’s makeup and hair products were covering the sink.

            “Sit here.” Timmi said, Rach complied.

Timmi studied Rach’s new face with the calm of a sculptor confronted with a pristine block of marble.

 ***

Rach sat on the lid of the toilet while she waited to see what Faye had in mind. She’s so smart about clothes and makeup and stuff. Glad I showed her.

Rach giggled mirthfully. She couldn’t wait to see what Faye would do. With all that time she spends as a model….

Wow, I have the coolest girlfriend ever.

            Timmi was already pulling things aside after tossing a scrunchie to Rach.

Rachael’s mind began to wander as she sat there. She couldn't believe what had happened to her! Just a kiss from Faye had totally changed her and stuff. Rach new she should be upset or weirded out by how her body had changed, but it felt so nice it was really hard to! She looked down at her breasts, still amazed by how big they were now. It was so hard to see anything past them, Rach had to keep pushing them down to see her feet. But squeezing them was nice too! Rach did it a few times, pretending to try and look at her feet. Squeezing boobs makes you horny!

The rest of her body had changed too. She couldn't wait to get out of the sweatpants that were digging into her hips. Maybe if Faye can't find any clothes, she could just walk around naked for a while? That would be so awesome! At least her hair looked rally nice. It was all shiny and white like Faye's now. And super long. Faye's hair is pretty.

            “We’ll do your hair last. First let’s see what you can wear…” Timmi giggled. Rach’s boobs are like mine now… I bet my new pretty clothes fit.

Rummaging through the bags, Timmi found the microminiskirt and the halter top. I’m sure these’ll fit. Why else would I buy them?

A few minutes later; after playing Twister with a gaggle of invisible opponents, Rach was resplendent in shiny pink. The halter top held Rach’s new, engorged breasts together. Her cleavage was a straight line, jiggling behind the tight garment. A skirt that barely covered Rach’s mathematically perfect thigh gap.

“Ohmigod, Rach…” Timmi began. “You look soooo hot! Just wait till I get finished.”       

Rach tried to sit patiently, but she knew whatever Faye was doing, it would make her so pretty. Like all those supercute models…

Timmi was applying makeup like a pro, deft strokes left perfect amounts of color on the desired locations. Features were accentuated, and the eyes.

Oh wow, the eyes.

The dark lines made the whites almost glow and the pink shadow created a blue halo within. Perfect circles that could confound the most dauntless explorer. The smells of lightly toasted hair and hairspray started to take over the herbal bath gel as Timmi twisted a small section of her crown into three individual pieces. With nimble fingers, Timmi soon had a thin braid that swung seductively down one side of Rach’s face. Then Timmi grabbed the curling iron and began adding bends and waves where there were none before.

This is so much easier… I only burned myself ‘cuz I couldn’t see. Maybe Bobbie can help me tomorrow? The thought of her and Bobbie doing each other’s hair seemed so fun…

It was like she should be doing something else with Bobbie though… What?

The thought was crowded out by the massive project she had undertaken.

“Done…”

Rach nearly knocked Timmi over when she said that. Timmi barely moved out of the way in time, the pink streak strobing in her vision as gravity took hold again.

“EEEEEEEEE!” Rach squealed so loudly that Timmi thought that the mirror would shatter… Which would be such a shame, every mirror I see is so pretty.

Rach stared wide eyed at the mirror. Never had she looked so girly and feminine, she had always left it up to Faye…

Now I’m just as pretty as she is, that’s so awesome.

“Ooh. I know.” Timmi said, crowding close. The braid meeting the pink streak as the two girls brought the blue lasers to bear. She held the phone up and moved it carefully with the adeptness of a blind ninja master.

FLASH!!

The light was both blinding and deafening, Timmi’s phone clattering to the floor as both girls blinked and felt around their surroundings for purchase.

“Owie.” Rach said. “What was that?”

“Oh, darn.” Timmi said, feeling around for the phone. “I forgot to turn off the flashy thing.”

Flashy thing? Isn’t that supposed to make me forget something? With that dancing guy Carlton and that guy that Han Solo chased until he jumped down that waterfall?

“Anyways, I was gonna send this picture to Faye….” Timmi stopped talking and covered her mouth.

“Faye? But you’re Faye. I mean I’m not…” Right? Rach looked at the mirror after standing.

Timmi was swiping and tapping.

You should totally come over silly boy. ;-P ;-P ;-{

Yeah, that would be so fun…

“Faye’s being a boy right now.”

“Huh?” Rach said. “Again? Awww. I like him as a girl. But I never met him as a boy…” That wasn’t weird.

Was it?

The picture was sent, while Timmi told Rach the strange story of how Faye came to meet him to tell him a secret, but there was a funny thread on his shirt, then the funny thread was in her bra, then there was all this blonde hair, and…..

“…and you know the rest… I mean you should.”

“You were there, silly.”

“You’re so pretty, babe.”

“Babe.” Timmi giggled, she suddenly couldn’t take her hands away from Rach’s thigh.

And Rach couldn’t stop touching her massive breasts.

And with the other hand…Timmi’s massive breasts.

 

Chapter 79

Faye had a beer open and sitting on the table. Bobbie had looked at him crossways for that.

“What?” He asked, taking a swig.

“He had a problem.”

“So did you, don’t get all high and mighty now.”

Bobbie rolled her eyes. “I’m not. I just…”

“Fuck. Sorry, Faye.”

The vibrating phone threatened to resurrect the erection that had been running off and on all day. Being aroused all the time was one thing if your state wasn’t telegraphed so easily.

He looked at the phone and stared at the picture for a lot longer than he should have.

He is risen…

The picture was Timmi and another girl that was sort of Rach and they were both dolled up past the nines. Somewhere a club was missing the queen bees.

“Oh, shit.”

“What.” Bobbie asked, suddenly sitting up.

Faye flipped the phone around. “We’ve got a problem.”

“Rach doesn’t dress like that, and she looks different. I think there might be something going on. Mighty fuck, can we just destroy the ring or whatever already?”

They were in the EVO faster than they thought possible. There were a couple of reasons for the rush. Faye was worried about Rach, that girl put up with far more than anyone should ever have to.

But she does it out of love. Dammit, Timmi.

Dammit Faye…

Fuck.

 ***

I’M A BARBIE GIRL

IN A BARBIE WORLD…

Timmi and Rach were jumping up and down, and jiggling close to each other. Blonde and pink hair  was twisting in midair only to bounce into the air again as their gyration brought parts of them on a collision course. They only stopped long enough to kiss the prettiest person in the room.

The music faded slightly and…

DING DONG!!

“Oh, they’re here.”

Rach looked puzzled. “But the pizza guy came already.”

Timmi opened the door and leapt into Faye’s arms.

“Faye!!!” She kissed him on the cheek and watched him turn the color of that girl’s hair…The one with the nice hands.

She let go and leapt again. “Bobbieeeeee.”

“Hi, Timmi.” Bobbie hated to see her boyfriend this way. She refused to think of her as Timmi. “How was your day?”

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod…it was soo fun.. Rach took me out and we got my nails done and see?...” Timmi held out her perfectly manicured pink nails. “Then I got this…”

“Motherfucker.” Faye said, noticing the bellybutton ring for the first time/

Timmi looked hurt. “Don’t you think it’s cute?”

Faye turned to Bobbie. “What is it with you two?”

Bobbie suppressed a chuckle.

“It’s cute. It’s just that if I wanted to do it. I would have. Take it out.”

“Awww.” Timmi said, easily removing the jewelry. She gave it to Faye sadly.

He looked at it closely. It was clean.

Bending closer, Faye inspected the hole. It had healed completely.

Faye rolled his eyes.

“Faye?” Rach said, noticing the eyeroll. “Why are you a boy again?”

“It’s… complicated. I’m trying to fix it, I promise.” What happened to you, Rach?

 ***

Timmi was telling everyone about all the cool stuff she got and then Faye got mad about the navel ring. It made her a little sad at first because she thought that Faye didn’t like it, but it turned out that she kind of did and since it healed so fast there was nothing he could really do about it.

What was all this talk about being a boy again? Wasn’t Timmi supposed to be a boy again soon?

Again? Silly. I’m Timmi.

I’m a girl.

Timmi was a little disappointed that he didn’t notice the pink hair or the pretty necklace. But it looked like everything was okay. Faye and Bobbie were eating some of the leftover pizza while Timmi put the other ring in her navel. The one with the pink and white stones that dangled on a chain. Rach bought one with the same colors. She’s smart.

My girlfriend is so cool.

“Then I kissed her, ‘cuz y’know… she wanted to. Then she got super pretty, too. Next thing I know she’s all blonde and sexy and I just wanted to help.” The pout returned.

“If you look like that, why not be pretty? People want to do things for you, and buy you things…”

“It’s nice.”

Bobbie fought back the urge to burst into tears.

“It’s okay, Bobbie.” Timmi hugged her. “No matter where you go…”

“There you were… huh?” Timmi smiled a vacant smile through plastic eyes.

Bobbie hugged Timmi.

“I’ll give you my coat again.” The smile persisted.

“I promise.” Timmi whispered. Bobbie was her best friend ever, BFF didn’t come close. Sure she was a bit of a poison pill sometimes. But she only wanted everyone to be okay. She’s such a good friend. For all the sad things that happened back there, it was so cool that Bobbie was here now… and Faye….

Timmi loved her friends.

 ***

Rach looked at Faye. It was funny because she was never that tall… was she?

Now she had muscles and stubble…. I like his bracelet.

And his…

Rach looked at the whole picture. Timmi was so pretty, but Faye was so…

Handsome?

            Huh… why didn’t I ever look at boys before?

            Rach came close to Faye and attached herself to him. With her head against his chest, she put her hand flat on his stomach.

“It’s a different cute. But, I like it.”

Bobbie looked over to Faye. “We need to get her home.”

With Rach in his arms, Faye looked at Timmi and started thinking about how this would work.

There’s this dog, this goat, and this bag of oats…

“Alright.” Faye sighed. “Let’s get you two home. I’ll bring Rach back here, and we’ll see what’s going on.

 ***

Timmi and Rach both wanted to sit in the front seat, but Faye convinced the two girls that they should sit next to the pretty one.

“Christ.” Bobbie muttered under her breath. Having Tim ditz out was one thing, but making it happen to someone else…

Contagious? Thoughts of Dustin Hoffman talking to the army guys…

They want their weapon.

“Huh?” Faye said starting the car.

“Nothing, let’s just get this over with.”

 ***

Rach was a clapping, giddy mess when Faye told her she could finally have the front seat.

“I’ll give you a call.” Faye said, dropping into the driver’s seat. The engine roared to life and tore away.

Rach wasted no time feeling for Faye’s knee. “So strong.” She said with a giggle.

Faye blushed.

“Oh! That’s what Timmi meant.” The giggle persisted. “You are silly. Why so embarrassed?”

“Rach…”

The house came up quickly, the lone entry light standing like a sentinel. Guarding against…

What?

Rach led Faye inside and made him sit down. No sooner than the seat cushion was compressed, Rach was on Faye’s lap, tracing a hand down his chest.

“Giant robots…” She giggled.

Rach bent down and planted her pillowy lips onto Faye’s. The stubble scratched a little, but Rach liked it.

Faye knew the response in his pants wasn’t going to subside on its own.

I’m gonna pay for this…

He looked at Rach.

Special room in hell? Totally worth it.

 ***

Bobbie had Timmi sitting on the couch. She wasn’t lecturing exactly, but…

            “What happened exactly?”

Timmi shrugged and flicked the chain that hung from her bellybutton.

“We were just kissing, then Rach got all sexy and blonder and stuff…” Timmi’s eyes widened like she figured out the meaning of life.

Timmi’s eyes widened during a sharp intake of breath. “That’s the same thing that happened to me, huh?”

“We don’t know.” Bobbie sent a worried text to Faye.

“It was definitely cool, I didn’t know I could do that. Now everyone can be pretty.”

Bobbie sat down next to her boyfriend who was now a girl.

“Timmi. Don’t kiss anyone else, okay? At least until we can figure this out.”

Timmi pouted. “It didn’t do anything to Faye.” Another giggle. “He’s cute, I see why you like him.” The thought of boyFaye with long blonde hair was funny and she giggled.

Bobbie made some cocoa and hoped that the situation would resolve itself.

 ***

The lamp was on the ground and somehow the pink shade had rolled all the way into the kitchen.

The slurping noises gave the illusion that an aquarium somewhere was low on water.

“Unnh.” Faye said. Mmmm… she’s … good……

This wasn’t the first time Rach’s head was where it was, but it was the first time to his knowledge that she had given a blowjob.

And if you can’t give a blowjob to your girlfriend, who can you do it to?

Rach suddenly stopped and crawled up Faye’s body like a tree. He felt her guide him into the musky warm canal that threatened to cut off circulation. Faye grunted as their bodies fully connected.

“This is fun when you’re a boy.” Rach said. Faye felt the long hair tickle the tops of his legs.

Rach began to bounce on the newfound cushion afforded her by the Timmi bestowed curves. She slid the moist folds of her dripping pussy up and down. Smiling more with each strange face her partner made.

Faye sat up and grabbed at his girlfriend’s midsection, guiding her into another position, then another.

Then another.

When Faye could take it no more, he spasmed. And Rach cried out as she felt the hot spray coat the inside of the twitching, flexing canal.

“Ooooooooh!” Rach cried, her voice somehow lower. She turned and bonded herself to Faye with the industrial strength sweat of their lovemaking.

“That was soooooo awesome. Not like those stupid toys.”

Rach giggled, her hair fanned out over his chest.

“Yours moves.” The giggle again.

Rach traced a finger on Faye’s smooth chest.

Faye held Rach tight, like it could have been…

Before.

 ***

Bobbie put a movie on, hoping that Timmi would at least be interested. Drop Bears was still around, she had taken it home to listen to the commentary track in the morning.

Sipping cocoa and watching the misadventures of victims of falling marsupials, she looked over at Timmi.

There was an unfamiliar look on her face. She’s scared?

Several times, Timmi had her hands over her face. “This is scary.”

“I thought they were gonna be all cute and stuff. All that blood. Ewwww.” She waved her hands back and forth.

Bobbie looked around and found one of those vampire/werewolf movies that came out a while ago. When it started with an attractive brunette woman in tight clothes dropping hundreds of feet, Timmi’s response was.

            “She’s pretty. And I like that outfit…”

            Well, that should keep her busy for a few minutes. It did, Bobbie managed to get Timmi to bed…

But not before she sleepily asked Bobbie if they could get ready together in the morning.

Bobbie smiled. He’s still in there.

Jesus, even as a girl…

Friendzoned.

 Chapter 80

Rach woke up with the worst headache ever. Why do I hurt everywhere? I’m not sick… I’m not…

What happened last night?

Well, it didn’t hurt everywhere. Her hands had found their way into her… It did hurt some as she removed her hands. Not the pain of something being wrong, but the fire and lactic acid shock that plagued fatigued muscles.

It was in the bathroom that Rach screamed and nearly lost control of her bladder.

Her face was made up… or had been. Pink eye shadow?

Where was Faye?

Rach finished in the bathroom and washed the grime and color from her face and hastily pulled back her hair. It was softer, more lustrous. She threw a robe on quickly before turning.

When she went back out into the bedroom there was a boy laying in her bed, shirt off. He looked familiar… Bobbie’s boyfriend.

Tom? No, Tim.

“What the hell are you doing here? And where’s Faye.”

“Morning, babe.”

“Don’t you babe me, what the fuck are you doing in my house?”

 ***
            Faye woke in seconds. Rach was starting to yell, and if that was happening this early it meant two things.

Amazing how you can do the fastest math within seconds after getting up.

It meant one, that the… Whatever it was… had worn off. A quick glance of the robed girl verified that Rach had, indeed returned to normal.

And two:

The punches would soon start flying if Faye didn’t say something amazing and fast.

“Babe. It’s me. I didn’t wanna…”

“Didn’t wanna what?”

Faye brought her smile to bear. “Freak you out.”

“You’re half naked and in my bed, I think we’re past that.”

“Actually.” Faye looked under the covers. “I’m totally naked. You didn’t mind last night.”

Rach groaned in anguish and started to say something, but…

You’re so pretty…

It’s a different cute, but I like it.

Kissing…him?

Looking at the heap of not Rach clothes, she saw the green boxer briefs.

“Mmmmmm, blowjobs are fun…”

“Oh, god…” Rach turned and ran for the bathroom. She couldn’t decide to brush her teeth with steel wool or gargle with bleach.

Faye was buttoning the fly of his jeans and holding a balled up shirt in his hand.

“Rach.” He went to put a hand on her shoulder. She batted it away.

“Don’t touch me.”

“I…” Fuck it. “It hasn’t really been me lately at all.”

“If you say that one more goddamn time…”

“It was Bobbie.”

Rach paled. “Bobbie? Really? You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

“Oh, so everything was fine up at the mountain?” Faye pointed.

“What in the hell would possess me to get a green streak in my hair? I smoked a joint with you?”

“Chicken and waffles? Then you and Zoe come to see me and Nick… You thought that was Bobbie, didn’t you? Didn’t think it was strange when Bobbie kissed you? Because it was me” Faye had a thumb pointed at herself.

Rach started to respond.

“The… whatever it was that made me a girl? Well, it made me Bobbie. I just got back. Dinner with you was fun. I knew you’d like the Steak Diane.”

“And the expensive vanilla pudding.”

“With a crunch.” Rach whispered.

“Faye!” Rach leapt forward and hugged him. God this is weird, all hard and…

Bleech…

Faye bent in to kiss Rach. Rach obliged, the stubble scratching at her face.

Rach reached up and put a hand at the back of his neck.

“I love you, Fay-fay.” She stared into the brown eyes.

“But…”

Pain exploded from Faye’s midsection as Rach’s knee found a home.

“Don’t you ever take advantage of me like that again.”

            ”Fuck.” Faye grunted as he sunk to his knees. “Forgot about that.”

            “What? You guys get me drunk?”

            “No.” Faye gasped, squirming. He sat on the edge of the bed.

“The same whatever it was? Ooh, god that hurts.”

Rach windmilled a hand.

“Well, I guess there’s some kind of side effect. When she kissed you…”

“…you got kind of slutty.”

Rach reddened with anger.

“Hey.” Faye put up hands defensively. “If I just left you here, what would have happened? It doesn’t work on me.”

“But you thought I was cute. You kind of attacked me when I got you back here.”

“Didn’t fight, did you?” Rach intoned with bubbling anger.

“No.” Faye said. “And neither did you. All big tits and blonde hair. You were actually really hot. The only fight was to get my clothes off.”

“I have pictures. I knew it would come in handy.”

Rach grabbed the phone and looked. “That’s me… sort of.” She squinted at the tiny screen.

“I won’t tell anyone if you won’t. Besides. We need to kind of keep Timmi under wraps.”

“Timmi?”

“Don’t ask. You’ve seen her. And by the way, navel ring?”

Rach grinned. “I wasn’t gonna stop her. I thought it was you. I thought…”

“You were apologizing.”

“Babe. Everything from the mountain on wasn’t me. That’s why I was acting so weird.”

Faye felt a tear creep up. “I love you.” He wiped it away quickly, not wanting her to see.

Rach melted. “Fuck that male shit.”

“I love you too. But, is this…” She waved her hand to indicate all of him.

“You?”

“At this point I just don’t know anymore. Wish I wasn’t, the swollen testicles are a bad distraction.” Faye rubbed at his groin. “Look, I’m trying to just keep things going until we can figure all this out.”

Faye stood and awkwardly hugged Rach, being very sure to position himself with a defensive posture.

He touched her face. “I should go. Who knows what all those two blondes are gonna get up to without ol’ Faye there, right?”

Rach smiled wanly.

“I…I’m sorry, Rach. We’re gonna get this all figured out. I promise you.”

Rach wanted to believe so badly.

So, so badly.

 ***

Timmi had to try hard not to yelp when she stubbed her toe in the hallway. She knew that Bobbie was still asleep, but wanted to make coffee before she woke up. They were gonna get ready for school together that day. Timmi was so excited to try out the new makeup tips on Bobbie. She had already laid out all the stuff they would need. She tried to imagine the pictures of the two of them, both made up and in pretty dresses.

The gurgling of the coffee pot woke Bobbie. She blearily looked over to see Timmi sitting on the couch barely containing herself.

“Morning, Bobbie. I made coffee.” Timmi squealed. “This is gonna be so fun…”

God, is she always gonna be this cheerful?

“Hi, Timmi.” Bobbie said, getting herself to her feet and wishing for coffee. Her cup was filled and she was  back on the couch hoping that the caffeine would kick in soon.

“We have a lot to do.” Timmi said. “Don’t wanna be late.”

“Late?” Bobbie said, sipping at her coffee. “Timmi…”

“It’s Saturday.”

Timmi pouted for a second, taking her eyes up and to the right. “Oh yeah, huh?”

Then, as if remembering something important. “Faye and I are going out tonight.”

Bobbie set the mug down. “Timmi. I wanted to talk to you about…”

“It’s gonna be so awesome. I remember when we went out before, he was…”

“She was…” Timmi shook her head, this is so confusing.

“Do you know what you’re wearing today?”

Bobbie smiled thinly. “Was just gonna put some pants on and…”

Timmi looked at Bobbie as if to say ‘Come on…’

“You could wear a dress today.” Timmi looked at Bobbie hopefully.

“I’m gonna have to go to the bakery later.”

“Then you can go in a dress.” Timmi said with finality. “Maybe people will buy more stuff if you’re all prettied up.”

Bobbie decided that she would concede to Timmi today. She was sure that she had been a darker storm cloud among grey skies, no need to be the fun police here.

Timmi went into the kitchen and poured herself a cup. Stirring the brew, she asked. “Ready, Bobbie?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Bobbie was strangely not worried. Timmi had managed to absorb all the fashion advice put in front of her. Like me with the cooking.

Bobbie and Timmi had taken over the bathroom, they were chatting like many of the girls she had come to know since joining the XX population.

Timmi had the heated rollers out and was brushing out Bobbie’s hair. What did I get myself into? Bobbie wondered. The watery stuff Timmi sprayed in first had a faint chemical odor.

“It’s gonna be so cool to go out tonight.” Timmi said while winding Bobbie’s hair around the cylinder.

“What are you two going to do?” Bobbie asked. Maybe if I do it as girl talk?

“I don’t know. He’ll think of something.” Timmi said nonchalantly. “It’s his job anyway.”

            Bobbie noticed that Timmi didn’t seem to be involved in the conversation. If it wasn’t about how pretty her hair was or how perfect her skin, it didn’t seem to hold Timmi’s interest.

            By the time Bobbie’s head was covered in rollers, she had just allowed herself to relax. Just one of the girls.

            “…there was that time at that party.” Timmi giggled. “You were so drunk.”

            Bobbie gazed over at her boyfriend. He remembers.

            “They call me Mello Yello.” Timmi sang, fitting the shower cap over the rollers.

The memory of the soda Tim brought her…

“Jeez, Bobbie. You have such a pretty smile. Don’t ruin it too early today.” Timmi rolled her eyes. The distinctive roll took on a new undertone.

“I worry about you, Tim…mi.”

“Oh. I worry about you, too.” Timmi hugged Bobbie. “You’re the best friend I ever had. When I was sad, you were always there to cheer me up.”

“We went to that dance, and…Bella and Amber…” Timmi trailed off, dazed.

“Anyways… Faye and I were just gonna have some fun, The bakery is cool and all.”

“But, I’m not too good at it. Wish I was though. It would be fun to hang out. Ooh, I know…”

Timmi was gone in a flash and back almost before Bobbie could register that she was gone.

There was a bundle of blue in her hands. Bobbie recognized it instantly. It was the dress she had worn to the bake sale.

“I remember when you wore this…” Timmi said, thrusting the bundle at Bobbie. “I thought you were so pretty.”

The bake sale? How long ago was that?  Bobbie remembered walking around the school dressed like that. The memory made her smile a bittersweet smile. So much had happened.

“… then we sold everything, and Faye was there. But she was a girl…”

“Darn it.” Timmi said. “All this stuff is so confusing. Who is who? Who used to be who? Am I still me?” Timmi giggled, ignoring the question she herself posed. “We can go to the bakery  all dressed up and give out some samples. Then I can come back and get ready to go out tonight. It’ll be fun.”

“I promise.”

Bobbie smiled wanly.

 ***

Faye was not happy. She was pissed, sad… Rach knew that it wasn’t any one person’s fault. Fucking magic shit. The coffee from Daily Grind didn’t even help the morning seem any brighter .

Neither did the swollen testicles.

Yeah, she had taken one for the team. Rach was more than a saint, Faye was honestly surprised how well she took it, she wondered if Rach knew what she lost. He could see that it had bothered her in her sprint to the bathroom.

He didn’t mind too much at the time.

Neither did she.

He noticed that the lights were still off and the Closed sign up. Where is she?

“Fuck.” Faye sighed, he opened the door and got the wares that were ready into the case and. Cheepskates was open. Hope I still remember all the prices.

He dialed Bobbie.

 ***

Bobbie couldn’t hear a thing with the hair dryer going. Even Timmi saw the futility of talking. This had been a fun morning, if a bit odd. She had talked about the things she used to talk to Heather and Amber about. Timmi remembered Tim, however vaguely. It’s like trying to watch a DVD on a LaserDisc player.

Heather hadn’t been quite as adept as Timmi was being. Light touches, brushing… Bobbie got lost in it. Bobbie relaxed, for the first time since this whole mess with Faye started.

“…and we all have prom tickets now. Rach said she got some, so we can all go. Then at the hotel, we can…”

“Hotel?”

“Oh…. Son of my mother…” Timmi pouted, holding the brush up high. “That was a surprise.”

“It was gonna be such a cool evening.” Timmi said wistfully, then brightened instantly. “But it still will. Of course I’m gonna get some pictures with my bestie.”

“Now let’s get those rollers out.”

 ***

Kim was up early, she had plans that day. She was supposed to see Bella and Amber, fellow members of GRRL ARMY. Amber had said something about important news, it would be funny to see what classified as important these days. Body swapping, definite loss of brain activity…

When her phone rang, she was looking at herself in the mirror wondering what in the hell she would do with her hair. The spikiness had softened as it had grown out, leaving her with chestnut brown hair that brushed at her shoulders. Probably just let Heather figure it out.

…or Timmi. Kim would have laughed if it was funny, but Tim…

He had been a rock with Bobbie, just as she had been his. Now things were…wonky.

            How could such a perfect couple have this bullshit happen…

            Because it’s not a movie stupid.

Since waking from her coma and giving over to Lust, Kim had notice that her clothes fit her newer curves all too well. And now, my girlfriend keeps putting me in these things…

It would have been funny, going from textbook tomboy to maturing model…

If Lust hadn’t been involved.

Ever since Bobbie showed up. Robb. The name still made her want to laugh.  A little.

When Kim was little, her brother Robb had been her playmate. Now…

Bobbie. And Faye, and Timmi and…

What the hell is going on here?

Kim looked at the low rise jeans she had recently acquired and chuckled. No one stays the same, huh?

Everything changes.

The vibrating phone moved across the dresser, allowing Kim to catch it before it fell.

“’Yello.”

“Kim. I’m at the bakery. You gonna be around a little later? Just wanna check on… Timmi.”

“Heading out to Bella’s today, but I can be there later.”

“Cool cool.” Faye said.

“I’ll let them know… if they answer the phone…”

“Chicks, right?” Kim said, heading to the closet to find one of her dresses.

 ***

“Holy shit.” Bobbie exclaimed, finally allowed to see the mirror.  Her hair sat high in the back, relaxing into lazy curls that tumbled over her shoulders.

            “You’re so pretty to begin with, though.” Timmi touched Bobbie familiarly.  “I always thought so… It was fun for you to see me act all silly, huh?” She was giggling uncontrollably as she finished her sentence.

Bobbie had to chuckle a little. It had been, she hadn’t thought about it until that moment. But clearly Timmi had noticed.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Surely there was a music video that she should be starring in. The leopard print around the bodice contrasted with the blue. Artful makeup, he makeup retained her signature color while adding darker undertones and just the right amount of glitter.

A little more than I would do…

Timmi was cleaning her face while she started preparing her routine. Bobbie was stunned that Tim could pick this up so quickly.

Like the cooking.

Timmi was laying out her tools like Tim would do the mise en place at the bakery.

He’s…happy. Bobbie noticed as Timmi hummed. This is probably the closest thing to a vacation he’s had since... Bobbie thought about it, his family, and their relationship. Since meeting Tim, the bakery had taken up all of his free time. He’d even dropped out of school to open when it became necessary. The place was where their pairing was cemented.

He’s worked so hard for this. Bobbie’s wistful thought was cut sharply by Timmi’s trademark squeal.

            “This is gonna be such a crazy day.” Timmi turned to smile at Bobbie. “But we’re gonna have so much fun at the bakery. Then tonight, Faye and I…”

            A look of worry flitted across Bobbie’s face.

            “Oh, don’t be such a wet blanket. I’m gonna sit across from him and chew with my mouth closed and laugh at her jokes and that’s it.” Timmi giggled.

“Just stay away from the bag of white powder.” Bobbie said nonchalantly. Forgetting for a moment that she was talking to the person that just made her look like she stepped off of a magazine cover. Not remembering that it was truly Tim in there.

“Oh, it would just be sugar anyway. He’s sweet.” Timmi tittered. “Now, shoo. Girl needs to get ready.”

“This is gonna be so much fun.”

As much as Timmi kept saying that, Bobbie had no choice but to start to believe it.

 ***

Thank God I talked him into single button sales. Faye was looking down at what was still there. Not too much sold, Faye had availed himself to the triple berry coffee cake to accompany his rapidly cooling cup of Daily Grind. The bitterness of his coffee and the tartness of the berries contrasted perfectly with the sweetness of the brown sugar and cinnamon.

The door chime went off and Faye looked up from the newspaper and looked at the two models that walked…

“What in the actual fuck?” Faye whispered.

“Bobbie?” Faye concerned voice wavered. Oh, god. She didn’t kiss you, did she?

Timmi giggled, she blew a kiss at Faye. Bobbie finally understood what she meant. Tim never turned that color. “I’m gonna freshen up.” She blew past the counter and headed to the small bathroom.

Once Timmi had the room vacated, Faye turned to Bobbie.

“You’re not…”

Bobbie chuckled. “She overdid it, huh? And I thought you went overboard. How…”

Faye put up a hand. “Rach is okay. Whatever it was was gone when she woke up.”

“When she…” The out of place fact found its place. “You stayed there?”

“Hey.” Faye smiled. “Wanted to test the equipment, willing lab rat.”

“Male.” Bobbie shot back, Faye shrugged.

“So she didn’t kiss you?”

“No.” Bobbie’s face changed. “He’s still in there. Got a movie reference right this morning. Tim is… Happy right now, I guess. With all this.” Bobbie swung her hand around.

“He deserves the time off. I can run this.” Bobbie looked around.

“Not looking like a reject from a Kesha video.” Faye cracked.

“This was her idea. We’re gonna pass out samples and see what happens.”

“Good. If that woman calls down one more time, I swear. She’s all chatty now.”

Bobbie laughed. “That one’s your fault.”

“And what is with the outfit?”

“Tim…mi’s idea.” Bobbie said. “She wanted to hang out. We did, it was kind of fun. With all the stuff lately, it was a change of pace.”

“Well, she did a great job, looks like I bought the right magazines. Sorry about the Kesha line, but…”

“You do look great.”

Bobbie caught her reflection in the display case. He’s right, it does look good.

“It’s alright. I want you to have fun tonight…”

“But not too much fun, dig?” Bobbie brought up a finger.

“No problem, princess. Now that you two are here. Maybe some of this stuff will sell.”Faye said with a bored tone.

“But.” Faye cautioned. “I’m keeping some of this coffee cake.”

“Okay. Let them buy cake.” Timmi exclaimed, finally emerging from the bathroom with her perfect makeup.

***

Kim tightened the strap on the shoes that left far more of her feet exposed than she was used to. Funny how her balance had improved over the last couple of weeks. She snickered as she thought of how she and Heather had switched places. Straightening her skirt as she stood, Kim walked away from the bus stop towards Cheepskates.

She was greeted by Timmi at the door, sample platter in her hand.

“Kimmie!” Timmi exclaimed. “Would you like to try…”

Kim suppressed a chuckle. The suppression failed when she walked inside. The sight of Bobbie was almost too much.

“Rough night at the club?” Kim’s smile broadened.

“Shut up.” Faye said. Kim looked closer at Faye. The ribbons snapped into focus, revealing the errant thread.

“It’s shorter. I’m not sure how much time we have.” Kim said. “And what in the hell is up with you?”

Faye shook his head, “Huh?”

“You either got laid last night or…” Pieces slid into place.

“Ewww. You may be the first person to literally fuck himself. And…”

“That’s not what happened. Whatever happened to Tim, it affected Rach last night.”Faye showed the pictures from the phone.

“Ugh,  NSFW.”

“Look closer. That’s Rach. She got ditzy like Timmi, and remarkably more well.” He indicated Timmi.

“You get the idea.”

“I swear, Lust can kiss my ass. I’m only 15, I better not have all this shit to look forward to.”

Faye laughed loudly, drawing a blank look from Timmi. “Who knows? It’s still early.”

“The Rach thing?”

“She knows what happened, and she knows it’s me.”

Kim laughed. “But not after giving you a swift one to the behavior glands?” She could tell that Faye would never be used to being read by a Thrall.

“Yeah. I’m getting better at it.” She gave a dark, knowing look. “I’ll find your secrets.” The smile returned.

The conversation was interrupted when suddenly there was a crowd in front of the store. Bobbie and Timmi following.

“Just ask for the coffee cake, and next week we should have the first of the Summer Fruit tarts.” Bobbie looked confused at the sudden influx of people. She shrugged at Faye and Kim as she headed behind the counter, trailing glitter like pixie dust.

 ***

“…fuckin’ crazy how that happened. Now you’re here. We haven’t fuckin hung out in a while.” Bella was on her third root beer. The bakery closed soon enough following Kim’s arrival that Bobbie and Kim both made it to Bella’s house. Amber had already been there, swearing that her news would not be delivered until Heather arrived.

Bobbie popped the top off of her Virgil’s Root Beer and grabbed a couple of fries from the plate that sat in the middle of the circular table.

“Yeah. Maybe we should do that sample thing more often.” Bobbie said. Kim agreed, remembering to call her Faye. “Faye was bringing them in that’s for sure. You guys sold out in like what? Half an hour?”

“Something like that.” Bobbie tilted back her bottle, the thick, sweet drink washing away the dryness that came from handling so many customers.

“Fucking berry coffee cake.” Bella said, dipping a fry in mayo.  “I swear Scooby fuckin’ loves it too.” The large Great Dane ran up to Bella’s outstretched  hand and eagerly took the chunk of crumb and fruit.

Bobbie looked on in surprise. She looked at Scooby. There was a familiar bundle of greys, it was different from the darkness of others. It shifted rapidly in the time it took to eat the morsel sans opposable thumbs. The Advocate took over as she wondered what dogs were like, both in terms of their darkness and their sense of taste. Distractedly, Bobbie said. “We’re going to be drowning in cake.”

The other girls looked at Bobbie through squinted eyes.

“Dry run for the school cake? We can sell slices at a lower price.”

“Yeah,” Beth said. “Faye can hand out samples. You said that it worked today.”

Bobbie nodded, finishing the bottle.. She felt strangely relaxed, finally just having a day to just do whatever was somewhat rejuvenating. Just one of the girls.

“Alright, what is this important news?” Heather’s voice came from the driveway, the slender girl was wearing a short black tank top and capris held up by red suspenders. Her low cut Doc Martens made sounds like hoofbeats on the concrete as she swung the gate closed, allowing her entrance to the pool area.

“Oh, cool.” Amber stood up and turned to her lead singer. “You guys know I’ve been seeing Kurt, right?” They did. It was odd seeing Delacroix High’s resident supplier of party favors disappear to spend time playing guitar with the bespectacled redhead.

Kim gave an odd look. “He’s not like that, Kim. He was just bored. Anyway, he knows everyone. Turns out that we were such a big hit at the Grand Opening, that one of the guys throwing the grad party wants us to play again.”

Bella was stunned. “Fuck me. No fuckin’ way.”

“Absolutely fuckin’ way.” Amber said, beaming. “So, How about it? Feel like a gig after you get you get your diploma.”

“Fuck Disneyland, this seems way more fun.” Kim added her own expletive to the conversation.

Heather thought about giving Delacroix one more show. They deserve it, and so do I.

“One more mission? Sure?” Heather grabbed a root beer and dove into the fries.

Bobbie spent an afternoon in the sun, talking about nothing and enjoying the camaraderie she had missed so much while tasting Faye’s life. She was worried about what the rest of the day would hold for Timmi.

On the bus to Bella’s, Kim had explained how the thread kept changing in both of them. Time was going to start running out soon. Bobbie was worried, but was confident that everything would shake out the right way.

It has to.

 ***

Can’t believe he uses this stuff. Faye rubbed the orange tinged, sweet smelling substance between his hands and rubbed into the short bristly hair. The comb and the hair dryer made the stuff set and before Faye knew it, the flat top was standing rigidly in postion.

The fitted white shirt went over the tank top undershirt. Faye buttoned all the buttons save the top. As he tucked it into his pants, the belt was tightened. When the jacket went on, the comfortable fit around the shoulders gave reassurance.

“Face it.” Faye said to the mirror. “You still look good.”

“What are you doing?” Faye’s reflection asked him.

“Giving back.” Faye answered. That night she had spent out with Tim in Bobbie’s body was such a wonderful evening. He had showed her what the love of a man could be like.

Timmi deserves to understand how that feels. Faye decided then and there that this would be a night Timmi would remember.

 ***

Timmi said that she would wait, the magazines would keep her company. She giggled as she thought about what the night would be like. It was gonna be so fun. Just like the last time they went out.

There was that steak, and that movie with the slow people, and that mean cheerleader... It was okay though. Faye made up for it by being the cheerleader next time.

Wow, silly boy. You get ready like a girl. Timmi thought as she looked at the phone. Faye had been up there for almost an hour. When she looked at the last article about the top ten prom looks of the year, all she could think of was that special night where she got to be even prettier, while someone she cared about spun around the dance floor. Not a thought or care about anything except living in the moment. Held by someone…

That’s the most important person in the world to you.

And she couldn’t wait to see the pictures of her and Rach…

And her and Bobbie.

“Okay, beautiful. You ready? Seems weird to start a date this early.”

Timmi rolled her eyes. “Ugh! You were a girl. Don’t you know anything? I have to go and get ready.” She walked back up to him.

Faye looked a little superior. “Oh really. Then what is this?”

“You’ve seen me in this, silly.” Timmi giggled, running a hand along the stubbled face.  It took a little convincing, but Timmi convinced Faye to get her back to where she had full access to the arsenal of Faye’s beauty armory.

When they arrived, Faye walked in and left Timmi to do her thing. Nick was uncharacteristically reading a book. After a quick hi, Nick turned back to his reading.

“No noobs left to destroy?”

“Got… this thing for a class. Anthropology. Maybe I’ve played too many role playing games, but it looks like reality has a magic system, too.”

“Hmm.” Faye said. “Bobbie told me that you guys play a lot of fighting games here. Think I can talk you into a match. I haven’t played anything in so long. And lately, it’s been just Bake Bake Revolution.”

Nick laughed. “Well. Got the new Street Fighter. I suppose I can stop reading this.”

The console booted up and the familiar music and death cry to epileptics everywhere made Faye smile. Gotta take the normal in whatever small doses you can get.

 ***

Timmi was in the shower… again. Back when she was… before.

What can I do? She was so pretty that night when she yelled at that mean cheerleader.

I should be a cheerleader. I’m so much prettier.

And not mean.

Timmi had out the cutest of the outfits she got from the mall. And the most savage kicks she had ever seen.

That silly boy and I are gonna have such fun tonight.

 ***

“So, Bobbie talk to you?”

“Yeah.” Nick turned to face his friend unknowingly. “You know everything?”

Faye nodded. “Like I was there. Dude, I don’t know how you did it. What a mindjob, right?”

Shifting into ‘Tim’ mode, he continued. “I mean, I can’t imagine…”

“Man.” Nick exhaled sharply. “Never had a lot of friends growing up. Kane and I just clicked, you know? Then this happened.”

“I know what you mean.”

“It’s like you and Bobbie. No one will ever crack that secret code of yours.”

Faye laughed. “Tell you a secret?”

“I don’t always get it either.”

Laughing Nick turned back to the game. “Taking Faye out tonight?”

“Yeah. Bobbie wants some time at the bakery and, I feel like we can’t just dump her on you.”

“She’s my best friend, Tim. What kind of human would I be?”

“An elf?” Faye replied.

 ***

The curling iron didn’t burn once this time, but she wasn’t doing anywhere near as much work this time. Just one boy had to look tonight, that was simple. Hundreds looking required more effort.

The makeup took so little time now, it was almost like autopilot. Leaves me time to think of important things.

Like what to wear tomorrow.

It took Timmi a few minutes to adjust the pink straps across her chest curving gently with the nameplate sitting just so. The red flower clipped to her hair brought out the red of the pouty lips while the blue of her eyes beamed from the darkened lids.

The knee high boots were next to go on. She buckled each of the metallic buckles one at a time. She studied the tall boots, all full of pink leather and shiny chrome.

Ooh, he’s gonna drop something. I know it.

I know I would…

 ***

“Oh, damn. You teched that shit. What was that?” Nick was flicking his custom stick and tapping buttons with the adeptitude of a pinpoint barrier operator. Faye was closing in for the kill, saving that finishing move for the very last….

“Whew. That was a workout. You bake? Maybe that’s like learning dancing to improve your Kung Fu?”

Faye shrugged.

“Okay.” A voice said from down the hall.

“Ready. Oh, Hi Nick.”

Nick and Faye both looked at the vision of the blonde girl in the hallway.

The dress was neon pink, as were the boots. The red flower and the blue eyes made for an astonishing sight. The chrome heels of the boots cleared six inches, giving her almost as much height as Bobbie.

Faye dropped the controller. Timmi tittered.

“Hi, Faye? Going out?”

“Yep.” Timmi giggled. “Tim here is taking me…”

She shrugged. “…somewhere.”

“I like the boots.” Nick said. “Feel sorry for any one you need to kick tonight.”

Oh, please Faye. Say something about stabbing someone.

“Oh, why would I do that… Tim will protect me.”

Nick shriveled just a little.

“We’ll see you later, yeah?” Faye said to Nick.

“Yeah.” Nick became distant, then turned back to the school book.

Faye was up and complimenting Timmi on her outfit as he led to the door.

Which he opened.

 ***

Timmi giggled as she approached the door, only to have it open for her almost as if by magic.

Magic? Oh yeah.

Timmi squinted and looked at the blue and gold that twisted. She could see the thread thingy that was causing that problem… whatever it was.

Awww, what a gentleman.

The car door was similarly opened and Timmi was helped into the seat and made comfortable. Timmi snapped her hand across to the other side only to find that the lock had already tripped.

Faye smiled. “Ready, Gorgeous?”

“Yeah.” Timmi tittered, grabbing his hand and interlacing their fingers. It was so much like holding hands with Bobbie.

…Different in the most amazing way.

 ***

“How many sheet cakes?”

“Like twenty.  Six lemon, Eight White and Six Chocolate.” Bobbie was talking rapidly, trying to get it all out. Faye’s original plans for the cake were almost perfect. She saw a few spots that needed a little improvement, but they were small adjustments.

“We’ll do this one without the figures. I trust you on those. We need to start zesting limes and getting the sugar solution. It’s gonna be a long one.”

Beth clapped and whipped out her phone.

 Are you really doing all this because you’re testing her cake? Or are you just trying to not think about Faye out with Tim?

“Not like it hasn’t happened before.” Bobbie breathed, looking for the Macadamia nuts.

 ***

Timmi couldn’t stop smiling. Everyone was so nice to her, if only they were being that nice to Faye. She pouted, Faye’s really cool, don’t they get it? Maybe she’s not pretty, but she’s cute.

The menu was full of different things, The salad was really awesome and fresh, and the waiter made the dressing right there at the table. It was like there was just a bunch of stuff there, then BAM-O there was dressing.

Faye talked about how she was doing while being a boy and Timmi had to grimace when Faye told her about the basketball game.

“Eww, that would make you all sweaty and stuff.”

“Yeah, but it was kind of fun.”

Timmi sipped at her cherry lemonade seductively through the straw. She put her other hand on Faye’s, slowly running a finger along his forearm.

“There’s other sweaty ways to have fun.” Timmi took another measured sip as she studied Faye’s colors. Pinks and purples were starting to form and bounce around within the puddle of the other colors.

            When the garlic bread came, the minestrone came with it. Timmi couldn’t stop looking at Faye.

            Even sipping soup from a spoon made Faye just want to sweep her up in his arms and…

He sighed while the Chicken Alfredo came and tried to ignore the rising tightness that his flat front slacks could ill afford.

Timmi clapped as she looked at the plate. “Ooh, yummy. Hmmm, noodles boiled too long.”

It’s just so pretty though. She snapped a picture of the dish and a selfie before starting to eat.

 ***

“My god. There’s so much.” Beth said, measuring the cake batters into the sheet pans.

The candied lime zest had taken three dozen limes and almost a gallon of simple syrup. It sat spread out on waxed paper to dry.

“Yeah.” Bobbie said, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her hand.

“We’ve got time. These just need to bake.” Beth said, beginning to chatter about how she couldn’t wait to see the cake finished.

“Me, too.” Bobbie said. Her mind a million miles away, wondering how things were going with her boyfriend.

That word just doesn’t mean what it used to.

 ***

Daily Grind was not the usual beehive of activity it often was, but it was the calm before the storm. As finals approached, business would pick up. The pastry case had one lone lemon tart left. The cupcakes had all gone the way of the dodo.

“Hi, ummm.” Faye started. “Two usuals?”

The girl behind the counter Courtney, knew what that meant and soon the sweet raspberry jolt to the heart was in each hand.

 ***

When Faye handed Timmi the drink , she accepted it with a smile. He’s being so nice.

I can’t wait to be nice to him.

Timmi snaked her hand down to meet his and held it with great familiarity. There was a warmth in each of her hands. Both comforting, both very different.

“Thank you for taking me out.” Timmi said. “It’s fun to go out with boys. Funny how I’ve never done it before. You’re having a good time, right?”

Faye smiled. “Sure am, Beautiful.”

They walked and talked about all kinds of things.

“So, is it different being a boy? It sure is different being a girl.” Timmi sipped at the drink, leaving the red lipstick a constant reminder of who each person really was.

“Kind of. I dunno.” Faye began. “It seems like they both have their merits. They both have their fun. But, if was forced to choose…”

“Yeah.” Timmi looked on eagerly.

“Don’t make me choose.” Faye nodded.

Timmi smiled. “This is so much fun. Everything seems all sparkly… That’s Amore….” She finished in song.

“Fucking Burnout and Cupcake…” Stacy came around a corner, a churro in her hand. Her face twisted in surprise when she realized her mistake.

“Valentine?” Stacy started to laugh. “You sure can pick ‘em, burnout. One porn queen to another”

***

That mean girl was back and yelling, making noises that hurt Timmi’s head. That word she kept using, Burnout. It made her so mad. She wanted to stamp her foot and…

            “Your fucking friend and her goddamn cupcakes owe me a cleaning. That cheer uniform is…”

            “All you have left to hold onto now that you don’t have high school kids to push around?” Faye said, face deadpan.

“What would you know about school? You spend almost all your time up there with that crazy hermit lady.”

Timmi couldn’t take it anymore. That crazy hermit lady was her mom… Tim’s mom…   Mom, dammit.

Remember how you wanted to hit her before? But you didn’t because you were…

But now? It’s just hitting another girl. You can totally do that.

Yeah, huh… Timmi felt rage surge through her, an old rage, a timeless one. Tentacles…

“You’re a bitch.” Timmi said, cocking a fist and letting it fly fast and true, crashing into Stacy’s nose and sending her ass over teakettle to the ground.  Her legs flew up over her head. The surprised look on Stacy’s face seemed etched into her skin, as someone dared challenge the Titans from their lowly perch.

Faye started laughing, “Not the first time your legs were over your head, eh?” he doubled over and just kept laughing until it started to sound like a scream. Timmi joined in, as did some of the onlookers that were similarly enjoying a stroll down Delacroix Avenue.

Stacy gritted her teeth. Goddamit, you’ll get what you deserve one day, Valentine.

            “Why are you always so mean?” Timmi pouted. “Maybe you should just be a nicer person.”

“It would certainly make you prettier.” Timmi said with finality.

Faye continued laughing. “C’mon, babe. Let’s go find a banana split. I’d say you earned it.” Faye had his hand around the small of Timmi’s back. The soft blonde and pink hairs swept at his hand. Timmi leaned into Faye’s shoulder and stayed close together as they walked away from the almost fracas.

“I see why this is so awesome.” Timmi said as they stopped at the light, still confused at why this was such a new insight. “I feel so safe just right here.” She had Faye’s hand around her flat stomach ensconced in a standing snuggle.

“You feel so warm.”

“You smell so good.”

“You’ve been sooooo nice.” She reached up and touched at his stubble again.

Timmi looked up into Faye’s eyes and was instantly lost in the brown irises. She saw…

And more importantly, she saw what Bobbie must see in people.

But it didn’t matter. Faye’s hand and sheer presence made her feel like there was nowhere in the universe that she’d rather be.

Universe? Silly thought.

She brought Faye’s head down and began a passionate kiss that only the thought of cold ice cream could suppress.

And even the thought of ice cream evaporated quickly.

 ***

The cakes had cooled and Beth had buckets of the frostings out. It took a while, but the basic design looked right, Bobbie made some notes on what they could do to make it look more realistic.

Hard candy windows, small touches make all the difference.

Beth couldn’t believe what she was seeing. It was like watching those old films of the Empire State Building being built, but with cake. The white frosting stood out perfectly against the frostings of the other buildings. The crushed Macadamias gave the stone texture that added that extra level of detail.

“I can almost imagine Mr. Boyd talking in that class right there.” Beth pointed to one of the corner rooms on the second floor.

Bobbie looked at it. It was a magnificent representation. She looked at it remembering all the places where Robb had experienced negative feedback. Now, as Bobbie, she had just as many good memories of the place as she did bad ones.

Bringing balance to the Force, one cupcake at a time.

“Well.” Bobbie said. “I guess we’re just gonna have to try them.”

Beth smiled. “I’ll get the forks.”

 ***

The ice cream was so cold, it gave Timmi brain freeze, she shook her head violently, the pink streak in her hair twisting like a living candy cane.

“I don’t see why she’s always so mean to us. First you, then Bobbie, now you… again.” She got the hot fudge and banana with a piece of strawberry and the lavender vanilla ice cream.

“I dunno.” Faye shrugged. Getting the pineapple with the chocolate as well as some of the banana. “I guess she just needs to feel important.”

“Hmmm.” Timmi humphed. “Maybe it’s good she doesn’t go to school with us anymore.”

“You have no idea.”

The talking continued. Timmi’s delightfully confused explanations kept Faye laughing, and by extension, kept Timmi giggling.

“Jesus H. Christ.” Timmi looked up and was surprised to see Rach.

“Hi, Rach. I…”

“Don’t you ‘hi, Rach’ me.” What are you doing out with...?”

“Hi Rach.” Timmi smiled and waved excitedly. “Faye’s been keeping me company today. See…”

“Keeping you company, huh? Like me last night?” Rach turned her gaze on Faye.

“It’s not what it looks like.” Faye’s smile disappeared.

“I don’t care what it looks like.” Rach pounded a fist on the table.

“I just don’t wanna deal with this right now. Call me when this shit’s all over.” Rach turned on a heel and walked away.

“Rach, wait.” Faye started to get up.

“Give it a rest.” Rach said. “And Faye…”

“Go fuck yourself.”

Faye looked down at Timmi, with a strange feeling that that was exactly what was going to happen.

 ***

“Slacker’s cove is delicious.” Beth said. The candied lime zest really made the cake, the acidity brightening up the sweetness.. Bobbie looked at the clock and then out the window. The sun had gone down. No word from Faye and Timmi. I’ll just see them at home.

Bobbie had an odd base smile. Nothing could cause the cute upturn of her mouth corners to reverse. It had been a great day, Lust’s meddling notwithstanding. She got to bond with her boyfriend in a way that she wouldn’t have thought possible. Gotta ask how she got this wave to hold all day. And her eyebrows were positively a work of art, even Heather’s careful ministrations never got such a logarithmically plotted curve.

It was fun to dress up again, and to have few responsibilities. Hanging out with the band,. Root beer and French Fries in the sun. These are the memories that they all told me about the first time. Bobbie realized then that Justice had truly given her an amazing gift.

One that never showed it’s true purpose until much much later.

 ***

Timmi was having such a good time. The world seemed so bright and full of color, and everything felt so…

… wonderful.

Everything seemed to exist through rose colored camera lenses. Even Faye.

He looked over at her and smiled. Timmi giggled, her eyes wandering over his body. When he did that, weird stuff kept happening. It was the same stuff that happened with Rach, but this time…

It was more focused, cleaner.

The void above her thighs burned and ached, after a couple of blocks, it became a pleasant warm tingle that spread up past her stomach as her nipples tightened. It had happened so fast that they felt like they would crack.

Of course you feel like this, he’s been super sweet. Everything was so cool… except that mean girl.

But I showed her. Now… The tingling was making things difficult. Of course she wanted him to kiss her, hold her. Put his hands on my…

The aching emptiness in her began to move beyond ache. Longing, yearning, desiring… these were mere words compared to the incompleteness she felt. Timmi knew it needed to be filled, and she knew that it had to be Faye.

It’s not like I haven’t touched his cock every day… Even in her head, Timmi giggled at the thought of the word.

Cock, his Rod… or his…

…Johnson… Why is that familiar?

Timmi absently wondered. Is this how I made you feel, Bobbi? The thought was odd, Tim was there, just slightly out of reach. Besides, who wouldn’t want to be as pretty as Timmi?  She looked at Faye in his suit with the top button undone and the bad boy stubble.

It only made the aching worse.

Timmi knew that there was only one way… She had to feel him… All of him against her, all these stupid clothes gone. Mmmm skin on skin, close, warm. The tingling intensified as thoughts of Faye above her…Or maybe behind me? His hot breath on her face, his lips on her neck, her breasts. Sweaty forms sliding against each other in the night. Timmi smiled and felt excitement build as she put her hasty plan into action.

“Maybe.” Timmi said, stopping suddenly.

“We should head back to the car.”

Faye looked nonplussed, but smiling. Happy to do whatever she wanted.

That’s right silly boy, whatever I want.

It was when they returned to the EVO that Timmi struck. She closed the door that Faye was holding open and  playfully pushed him against the car. She brought a leg up and brought her barely covered femininity against the raging, swollen warmth under the thin fabric of the slacks.

“I guess I do like boys now. Rach was fun, but…” Timmi kissed at Faye, gently raking her nails down the back of his neck.

“I know you like me too, silly boy.” Timmi teased, squeezing Faye’s wrist and forcing it to cover one massive breast.

Against his better judgement, Faye squeezed. Timmi giggled and ground herself further into him. She bit her bottom lip and let a small moan issue forth from her bright red lips.

“Timmi, Bobbie…”

“Oh, don’t give me that.”  Timmi had a hand down Faye’s pants gripping. It felt warm in Timmi’s hand.  Warmer than I remember it. She giggled even harder after…

This. Her grip changed, moving her thumb over what she vaguely remembered as the ‘sweet spot’. Faye moaned deeply and closed his eyes.

“We both want this.” Timmi’s seductive voice purred throatily.“No one will mind. Mmmm, so hard.” Timmi began to move her hand.

There’s a special room in Hell for people like me.

Go fuck yourself... Goddamit, Rach.

Faye put his other hand into Timmi’s pretty hair and started a kiss of his own. One that wouldn’t be stopped by mere worrying words.

***

Nick was still reading his textbook when Bobbie got home.

“You’re late.” Nick said, turning the lamp up a notch and rubbing his eyes.

“We did a dry run of the school cake today. Want some?” Bobbie had some containers of all the types of cake.

“Sure.” Nick smiled. “Looks good, and you made it, so there’s no way it’s terrible.”

“Faye isn’t home yet?”

“No. They haven’t come back yet. I’m sure they’re okay. Tim is a good guy.”

But he’s not a good girl.

 ***

“You’re just as much fun as a boy as you are as a girl.” Timmi giggled. She could feel Faye’s cock twitch. Each subtle movement made Timmi giggle again. Faye’s hands on  her breasts felt soooo yummy when his cock rubbed against the outside of her pussy.

How much more is there? Timmi had to know. She reached down and tugged at the waistband of the boxer briefs.

“Timmi.”

“Shhhh.” Timmi giggled again, with a finger at Faye’s lips.

“I’ll keep you my dirty little secret.” Timmi sang.

Faye was lost in intense sensation when his underwear disappeared. When he entered Timmi the warm damp void contracted around him and began to massage every nerve ending.

She had lowered Faye slightly to allow herself to be entered while standing against the car. When Timmi started the rhythmic collision of their bodies, she could only smile at the multitude of odd faces that Faye made.

Such a silly boy. Faye is so sweet and awesome.

“Ahhh. Timmi….” Every muscle tensed in his body in anticipation of the climax. Likewise, Timmi felt the stiffening inside her own body and a flood of warmth and liquid that threatened to gush down her legs as she cried to the heavens.

“Ooooh, Faye. Ummm, My god. Don’t stop… More, more more…” Timmi was fitting the words in between harsh gasps of breath.

Faye could give no more as the dam broke. His dick spasming and shooting out thick, ropy spurts that dumped all his serotonin and oxytocin at once. He gripped Timmi close and kissed her deeply. Timmi smiled with a content look in her eye as she stared into the big brown eyes of Faye Valentine.

Special room in Hell? Totally worth it.

The couple continued to make out by the car in silence while the moon rose slowly, bathing south Delacroix in the special almost summer darkness that signified the endless possibility of youth.

 ***

Had Kim been present, She would have seen the individual threads burn away, filaments twisting in the dark, cavernous space of their invisible desires. They flared even shorter than before.

Timmi and Bobbie couldn’t have noticed, with the current state of busy they were experiencing, the sensations and contact of their bodies masking the feeling of anything being wrong.

 ***

Bobbie was asleep when they came home. She woke to them whispering. Opening an eye, she saw them kissing.

Fuck, Tim.

Bobbie got up and steeled herself for what was to follow.

“I’m just gonna go.” Faye said. Darkness rippling through him.

Timmi giggled. “That was so fun. See you tomorrow, silly boy?”

Silly Boy? He watched her remove the heels and creep down the hall

“Hey.” Faye said to Bobbie, unable to bring his eyes up to meet hers.

Timmi yawned. “I’m gonna go to bed. So tired.”

Timmi gleefully disappeared down the hallway and Bobbie brought her gaze to bear on Faye.

“What the fuck, Faye?” Bobbie harshly whispered.

“I….” Faye inhaled, then hung his head down.

“It was just…” Faye stammered.

Bobbie crossed her arms. “I’m listening.”

“Dammit, Bobbie.” Faye finally looked into Bobbie’s eyes. “I just…”

“You’re not a thrall now, so what gives.”

Faye’s eyes hardened. “Fine, I’m not. You’re right. But, now I have to deal with this.” Faye waved his hands over his crotch. “And Timmi IS a Thrall, she….”

Bobbie sighed. She remembered the bottomless well of Thrall libido. She knew that it started as a splinter in Timmi’s mind.

But that splinter became a beam quickly.

Bobbie wanted to blame Tim for this, just like she had with Roxx. But, like with Roxx, there were extenuating circumstances. She balled her fists in frustration. Bobbie wanted to bellow at the universe, knowing that it would be futile.

Lust wouldn’t hear.

“You didn’t…?”

“I was a gentleman, all the way. She didn’t open a door, pull out a chair…”

Bobbie laughed through her nose. “Faye Valentine: Gentleman…”

“I’m fucking serious, Bobbie. That date?” Faye’s eyes misted over, lost in a memory.

“We both used to be guys. I was that guy we wanted to be on a date.” Faye had a thumb pointed towards himself “If we ever got one.”

Bobbie nodded agreement. Until Melanie, Robb had never been lucky with girls.  Or anyone else for that matter.

Bet I’d be good at it now. Bobbie wondered how Robb would use all the new information Bobbie had received.

“I did what I said. Took her to dinner, we walked around some. We got coffee, then she punched Stacy…”

Bobbie gasped. “Zoe’s sister? I thought she was some kind of badass?”

“She is. I wouldn’t fight her.” Faye laughed. “Timmi didn’t know that. Knocked her on her ass. It was beautiful.”

“We got some ice cream, kept walking. We were gonna go to a movie, but…”

“But what?” Bobbie asked, even though she knew the answer.

“She wanted to go back to the car, next thing I know she’s kissing me and…”

Bobbie put up a hand. “Spare the details. I think I can figure it out from here.”

“Good,  because I need to go… home.” Bobbie could tell Faye was having trouble at the word.

“Yeah.” Bobbie said resignedly. “We’ve got some stuff to do tomorrow.”

“Alright.” Faye said, looking downcast. “I’m sorry, Bobbie. I didn’t mean for that to… It’s just Timmi, and everything else.”

“I think I just got caught up in the moment.”

Bobbie narrowed her eyes. “Like at the graveyard?”

“Hey. All this Advocate Thrall shit has a tendency to do that. Or have you forgotten Agee?”

“Or Nick? Or… I mean you did have a tendency to yo yo the underwear a bit.”

Bobbie had nothing to say, Faye was right.

As much as I don’t want to admit it.

“Seeya.” Faye said, turning around and heading for the EVO.

 

Chapter 81

Ever since Bobbie’s revelation about Faye, Nick had felt bad, he even didn’t think about their coupling on that crazy night.

We couldn’t just dump her on you.

Nick felt his eyes moisten. She’s my friend… he’s my…..

“Goddammit.” Nick whispered.

Nick just wanted his friend back. His original friend. Yeah, Faye made him say goodbye. But there was still so much Kane in there.

And now?

Faye was completely different to how she was before. Giggling, dressing hypergirly. This new Faye was just another fact of life.

But he didn’t have to remain silent about it. Didn’t have to let it stand.

Bobbie roused when she heard the coffee dripping into the pot.

“Hey.” Nick whispered.

“’Morning.” Bobbie said.

“Been thinking. You and Tim head to the bakery today. I’ve got Faye.”

“Nick, you don’t have to…”

“Yes, I do.” Nick said with finality. “She’s my best friend, anything I can do to help.”

“Anything.” Nick repeated, enunciating the word carefully.

Bobbie smiled. “Well, I was going to take her to Bella’s today. We’re having a sort of pool party. The band picked up a gig at the grad party, so they need to make up a setlist and stuff.”

“Okay. But, I’ll keep an eye on her until then.” Nick smiled.

“Looks like it’s my turn again.” Nick poured some coffee, offered it to Bobbie, grabbed another mug that displayed some futuristic text. Overcharge Delirium XT around the rim that was quickly shortened to Overc…..XT.

“It’s casual.” Nick sipped. “Did this long before you showed up.”

“You guys have the bakery. I’ll make sure she’s ready when you get here. Just one thing.”

Bobbie smiled, “Sure.”

“Could you bring home some of that triple berry coffee cake?”

 ***

Kim was getting ready to head out for the day. Packing her backpack with the extra items she suddenly decided that she needed.

Swimsuit, purse, change of clothes, pad, pen... When did I start carrying so much stuff? Kim hadn’t noticed, but the number of items she had started carrying had been growing.

There had been a moment when she was smoking in the bathroom, waiting for Timmi. God, that was still kind of funny, although frightening.

She couldn’t imagine suddenly having a hard time thinking about anything but…

No, not that swimsuit.. the yellow one piece…

And that top? No… I…

Oh, my God.

Kim woke from her induced coma different, there was no question about that. Giving up to Lust was something she wouldn’t have done again. But she had had a hard time thinking, her constant activities being the only thing that kept those crazy urges at bay. The lockpick set she had recently acquired sat next to the three padlocks that were locked together. I’m going to have a very specific set of skills when I’m done, aren’t I?

But thinking about her appearance had become a little more involved. Like when she saw that blood spattered meat cleaver clutch. She knew she had to have it.  Now that her tops were tighter and her jeans fit differently, it emphasized the new figure more than she had ever intended to.

Gotta say though, Lust. I like the new lip ring. It was true, it fit the slightly shifted features better than the labret. Kim looked into the mirror; she turned her head one way, then the other. The chestnut hair brushed over her slender shoulders.

And we all seem to do this? Kim was wondering about Thralls.

God, I need to talk to Faye about this.

What kind of girl do you wanna be?

She figured that she’d see Bobbie at Bella’s. Maybe I should tell her to bring him.

Kim had the phone in her hand before the thought completed.

 ***

Heather was refreshing the dye in the scarlet streak that morning. She was still dismayed by Faye. What happened, why would she just flip like that?

Heather remembered the whole Playboy thing. She smiled knowing she made it with a Playboy Bunny, but that was a different Faye. This one was somehow totally different. It sort of upended everything she thought about her. Heather hoped that it was all a put on, because there was no way that she would do something like this without a reason.

Bzzt Bzzt!

The text came in and Heather thumbed it up to the screen.

Hey, babe, coming by. Wanna talk about something.

Heather checked the timer and shut it off when she realized that it was about to ding.

She grabbed the old towel that was full of the crimson stains and headed for the shower.

“Heather?”

“Yeah mom?”

“I’m going out today,” Betty laughed. “I swear that Myka is one tough lady. We’re going shopping today. Just wondered if you had any plans?”

“Yeah. Once I’m done here. I’m heading over to Bella’s today. Kind of a pool party thing, we have another gig for the grad party.” Heather shrugged. “New setlist.”

“That’s jake.” Betty said. “Haven’t told you this. But, I love the hair color. Cut, too. Cute, modern.”

Heather smiled. “Thanks, Mom.”

“I know I haven’t said this much. But, I’m really proud of you. The band, making really good clothes, and finishing school this year.”

“Watch out, world.” Betty proudly proclaimed.

“Heather Sweet is coming.”

Heather hugged her mom before saying goodbye. Jeez, Tim’s mom is so in for it…

 ***

Roxx was smiling. The first shipment had come in, and sold out almost immediately. The money came to her, went to Nikki.

Straight into the cistern.

The actual earnings outstripped what she was expected to pay. Leaving her with five hundred dollars in her purse, and another shipment of coke just in from Prague.

And that was just last night, tonight would be even better. Sure, her runners were unhappy about having their supply already broken up into single sale pouches. But when they saw how fast it went? Those baseless worries disappeared.

Now, what should I do about my presence?

Roxx knew that she had to take her place in the booth with Nikki, she wanted to send a message.

Beautiful, cold… not someone to mess with.

But not so distant that no one would talk to her.

She looked into the mirror and saw the promiscuous girl she had been. That girl had to go.

Mistress Krasny. The new name left little doubt as to who she was.

Roxx felt the beginnings of a plan, she smiled as she began compiling the list of items she would need. It was good to feel vital again, She remembered seeing Kim that first day at school

Looks like some shopping is in order. Okay, Delacroix.

Prepare for Mistress Krasny.

They will fear you, almost as much as they want you.

 ***

Kim was at Heather’s soon, with some extras in her backpack. There was some excitement in her. Heather’s reaction was the only sticking point. The look on her face is gonna be fucking priceless.

Fucking.

Priceless.

Heather opened the door with a red splotched towel in her hand, her hair still wet from the final wash.

“Hey, c’mon in. I’ll be done in a minute or two.”

“No need we have….” Kim stopped and looked closer.

“You dyed your hair black?” The color around the scarlet peek a boo appeared darker.

Looking at Kim strangely. “Yeah. My hair’s just a really dark brown, doesn’t set the red off right. I swear I’m just gonna go to Frankie next time.”

“Speaking of Frankie….”

Heather smiled. “Couldn’t take the tickle on the shoulders, huh?”

Kim shook her head. “No.”

“I kind of wanted to redo my…um…”

“Ensem….”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” Heather began, eyeing Kim. “Puberty tree wacked you a good one, didn’t it?” Since her coma, Heather noticed that Kim was…

Way cuter.

“We could go for a…”

“I kind of know what I wanna do.”

“You?” Heather looked surprised, the wet hair clung to  ne side of her face.

Kim rolled her eyes, giggling. “I’m gonna regret this, I know it.”

Now Heather was intrigued.

Kim pulled out a rolled up picture from her backpack. “I know you can help me with this, hell you have almost everything here already.” She sighed.

            “And you have to show me how to use it. Think I can pick it up pretty fast, but I’m gonna need your help.”

            Heather quirked an eyebrow. She started to unroll the picture.

“I… are you sure about this?”

Kim smiled. “What kind of girl do you wanna be, right?”

“Now, think Frankie can pencil me in?”

 ***

The bakery was awash with an awkward quiet. Faye and Bobbie stood there, there was little product left, the 9am rush over and the noon rush yet to come. She expected to sell out by then.

“So, we’re headed to Bella’s today..”

“That’s fuckin’ awesome.” Faye said, working on his second piece of cake. Once the chocolate cake piece was gone, he was working on one of the Slacker’s Cove pieces. “Man, that lime just…”

Bobbie smiled warmly. “It does, don’t think I would have thought of that. That’s you.” Faye smiled back.

Faye inflated his chest for a second.

“Male.” Bobbie accused.

“You should talk.” Faye snickered. “Now, what about Bella’s?”

Bobbie continued. “Kim wants to talk to you, figured that’s as good a place as any. We can cart Timmi along. Can’t leave him there with Nick for too long.” Bobbie remembered how much that had devastated him when she did it. Damn, understanding really is a three edged sword.

“There’s this dog, this goat, and this bag of oats.” Bobbie said quietly. Faye burst into deep laughter.

“What?” Bobbie asked, exasperated.

“Nothing.”

Faye looked at his watch. “What do you guys do when it’s dead like this?”

Bobbie shrugged. “Wait, read… whatever. It’s usually just Tim and I. Go ahead and take off.  Someone needs to save Nick.”

Faye looked serious. “Nah, he’ll be fine.”

 ***

Timmi was doing something Nick called ‘button mashing’.  She couldn’t understand why her character was on the ground so much. Why would someone beat up someone so pretty?

“Damn, Faye. Just gonna do the dishes for a month?”

Timmi giggled. It was hard sometimes, remembering to answer when someone called Faye’s name. But it was easy with Nick. He wasn’t as cute as Faye, but it was okay.

He was still cute, in an awkward kind of way.

“I can’t do it anymore, Faye.” Nick dropped the control stick and turned to face his friend. “You have gotten your ass kicked enough for one day.”

“Awww. You could do other things…..”

Nick ran her words over, not wanting a repeat of last time. “Just don’t want you stuck with dishes all the time. I eat that stuff, too.” Even though Nick wasn’t going to have to do the dishes for a while, it disturbed him how easy she was to beat, it was almost like she had taken a dive.

Or forgotten how to play.

Christ, Faye. Snap out of it.

 ***

Bobbie and Faye left the bakery just after the noon crowd came in. The inventory ran out quickly, leaving them to just do the cleanup.

“We need to head home first. I’m just gonna run upstairs, get my swim trunks.”

Faye was back down almost as quickly as she went up. “Alright, ready.” Faye put on the cheap plastic sunglasses she found in Tim’s room.

“Really?” Bobbie asked.

“Hey, the future’s so bright…”

“C’mon, let’s go.”

The EVO got back to the house to find Nick doing dishes.

Faye couldn’t believe it. “She beat you?”

“No.” Nick said, face invaded by seriousness. “I’ve gotta do something. I can’t stand to see her like this.”

Faye wanted to hug Nick, but decided against it. Clapping a hand on his shoulder instead, Faye looked solemnly at his friend.

“She’s gonna be okay, Nick.” Faye smiled weakly.

“Bobbie’s on the case.”

Nick returned his own weak smile.

“I hope your right.”

 ***

When Bobbie came home, Timmi was excited to see her. Even more excited that she was going to a pool party. Rational thought flew out the window as she started thinking about what she would wear. Ooh, I can work on my tan.

“Timmi, when you were here with Nick today, you didn’t…” Bobbie was getting some of the leftover cake out to leave for Nick, next to his requested coffee cake.

Timmi looked blankly at Bobbie. “Didn’t…?”

“You know.” Blue met blue for a moment. Bobbie swore for a moment that she saw more than Timmi’s face… But, damned if I know what.

Timmi giggled. “No, we just played some of those boring games. They’re fun and all, but I lose all the time. Even when my guy is prettier.” She pouted.

Bobbie had her swimsuit packed and looked around for anything that could fit Timmi.

“Oh.” Timmi said. “I know where there’s one of those.” She disappeared into Faye’s closet and returned with what looked like a ball of purple dental floss.

Bobbie recognized it as a bikini, a very skimpy one. She remained quiet as she put the garment into her bag.

“This is gonna be fun.”

The two girls came back out into the living room to see Faye knocking Nick around on the screen.

“God, it feels good to lose again.” Nick said.

“You can do all the dishes you want, Nick.” Faye said. Nick looked at him oddly.

“You guys have fun today. I have homework.” Nick picked up the Anthropology text again. “Thanks for the coffee cake, Bobbie.”

Faye looked strangely at Nick before saying his goodbye and leaving with the two blondes in tow.

 ***

Kim could still smell the dye and herbal conditioner in her hair. It had dried, and Heather seemed happy with the coverage. Kim looked in the mirror at her new raven black hair, she liked how it contrasted so well with her skin.

“Okay, sit.” Heather commanded. Kim followed the order and watched Heather pull out some tools.

“First, eyebrows. This is gonna hurt a little, sorry.”

Kim didn’t notice any pain, she was lost in thought. We all make ourselves over, but Timmi just took the cake, hell the whole bakery. The big, blonde hair, the makeup. I bet she has some makeup tricks that would leave Heather speechless.

“Done.” Heather said. Kim was stunned. How long was she doing that?

Heather launched into a speech about how to use each of the makeup items. Foundation, eyeliner, mascara, on and on she spoke. Kim absorbing some, mostly glossing over the general. I’ll pick it up as I go.

“So,” Heather asked while studying Kim’s face, she brandished her eyebrow pencil. “What brought this on? I mean, you always seemed…”

“A little butch? You should talk.” Kim grinned.

Heather ran a hand through the short fuzz on the side of her head. “I guess we all need a change sometimes.”

Kim left the heavy pause hang in the room. “And since Delacroix High’s reigning pinup queen has abdicated her throne… All hail Queen Kim The Terrible.”

“The queen is dead. Long live the queen.” Heather curtsied. She then started in with the pencil and filled in the thin, elegantly arched brows. It didn’t take her long at all.

She did do this every day for years.

“Alright. Let me grab your skirt and…”

“Huh?”

“I have the perfect skirt for this.”

“You always say that.”

“And don’t I?” Heather asked, looking over imaginary sunglasses.

Kim inhaled and raised a finger.

“You have a point there.”

 ***

There were some chips out on the table, Bobbie was crunching away, Faye had his shirt off and was lounging on one of the pool chairs  next to Timmi with those stupid sunglasses on. Amber was talking about Kurt, Bobbie had to admit that she didn’t see that coming. Ripples, Bobbie, ripples.

She had to wonder how much good she had done. Looking back at what she thought were failures, in the end they would be okay. Kim’s still alive, and she seems to be keeping herself out of trouble.

Kurt was still Kurt, but he mostly just made calls for people now. Amber had done something, They had a date for Prom night, and she had been chatting about it.

“… thinking that we might just build a fire and look at the city.” Amber finished, pushing up her glasses.

“That sounds fuckin’ cool.” Bella said, carefully selecting a chip.

“It is really nice up there, you can see everything.” Bobbie said. The amazing view of Delacroix from far away…

“I wanna fuckin’ get in on that fuckin’ cake.” Bella said, grabbing for one of the boxes that came from Cheepskates

“Hey, guys. Sorry we’re late, but…” Kim said coming around the gate.

“Holy fucking shit.”

Bella turned her head slowly towards Bobbie, who was pointing.

“Well, that’s rude. I know Mom taught you not to point.” Kim was so nonchalant about it, that Bobbie continued to stammer.

“I…I…”

The other girls turned to look at Kim, then they looked at Heather.

“Sonofabitch.” Bella said. “They fuckin’ switched places.”

Kim stood in a yellow dress that hugged her hips and narrowed slightly just above her knees. The top pushed her chest out, with the scoop neck showing the straight line of her cleavage. Her face was perfectly painted, a porcelain doll with ebony black hair that ended it short bangs that stopped just above her eyebrows.

Beth, too was surprised. “Kim?” She remembered that picture that Bobbie had shown her last Thanksgiving.

“Guys. Just a different look. Let’s not get all… Oh, Bobbie.”

“Hmmm?”

“Frankie says you’re overdue, with prom coming up.”

Bobbie felt at her bangs, they had grown a little long lately, come to think of it, the blue streak needs to be redone…

“Kim…” Bobbie started.  Kim raised the hand carrying her purse, Bobbie had a chuckle at its blood splattered cleaver appearance.

“Save it. Delacroix High has a new pinup queen now.” Kim held the cleaver aloft. “Queen Kim the Terrible has spoken.”

Heather laughed. “Just don’t keep referring to yourself in the third person.”

“Your majesty.” She snickered.

Kim wiggled her way to a chair and selected a small handful of chips. “So. We gonna knock out this setlist or we gonna talk about what I’m wearing.”

Bella laughed loudly, rousing Scooby. The brown Great Dane padded over to Bella and laid back down after circling  a few times.

Bobbie had to smile. Kim’s gonna be just fine, she’s handling this better than any of us did. She looked over at Timmi and for the first time felt confident that this problem was anything but.

 ***

“Faye.” Timmi whispered.

Faye lazily turned his head.

“Can you rub this lotion on my back. I can’t reach.” Timmi’s cute pout made Faye decide to do as she asked.

“I need to untie…”

“Go ahead, silly boy.” Timmi said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Faye tugged at the string. Careful, this is how all this crap started.

The knot came loose and spilled its ends to the ground. Faye had the thick lotion between his hands for a second before bringing down his hands on Timmi’s smooth, unblemished back.

“Mmmm.” Timmi said dreamily. “That feels so good.”

Faye passed a hand over the Mark. Timmi giggled in response. “Timmi. Does that hurt… or anything?”

“No, silly.” Timmi giggled. “Why would it hurt? Feels good, though. Keep going.”

“Don’t forget the shoulders.” She teased, looking over the cheap pink plastic sunglasses.

 ***

Kim liked that everyone was staring. She remembered staring after she let Roxx do her thing. It was a different staring, one that said WOW! Unlike the ones she used to get that said UGH!

Those days of being fucked up all the time make time… just slip away. Bobbie’s words about the last days of Robb’s life reverberated in her skull.

Amber touched at her hair. “The black really stands out against your skin. The new lip piercing is cute. Think I should get one?” She touched at the spot where it would go.

“I bet Kurt would like it.”

“Get it for you.” Kim said sagely. “Not him… or anyone.”

Amber smiled. “Y’know what? I’m gonna do it.”

Bella was next to speak. “What a fuckin change. I swear, I fuckin never would have thought…”

“I’m a teenager. Isn’t this what we’re supposed to do? I mean, how can you find out who you are if you don’t look?” Kim slowly sipped at her can of Coke. The need for nicotine was getting to her. If I need to talk to Faye, now’s the time.

Kim turned to the pool. “F…Tim.”

Both Faye and Timmi looked up. Timmi’s breasts came into full view as the tiny bikini top left its thin straps and tiny micro triangles of purple Dacron and Neoprene remained on the seat. Timmi’s blonde hair flying in a whipping motion.

“WOAH!” Bella, Amber, and Beth all exclaimed, shielding her eyes. Kim, Bobbie and Heather seemed nonplussed, while Faye seemed bummed that he missed something. Timmi looked down and covered herself with her hands.

“Sorry.” Timmi smiled, moving back down towards the bikini top.

Faye started rubbing his hands together as he made his way towards the table.

“What’s up… dollface?” Faye snickered.

“Vitamin N. Wanna take a walk?” Kim grabbed the handle of her purse and stood, smoothing her skirt as she did so.

“Sure.” Faye reached for his shirt. Kim laughed when she saw the Pink Floyd logo on the front.

“We’ll be back.” Kim said. “Then we can start on the setlist.”

 ***

Kim pulled out a long slender black tube from her purse and pushed her cigarette into one end. She lit the one end and placed the other end into her mouth.

“Taking this a little far aren’t you?”

Kim shrugged, drawing on the cigarette holder. “This way I won’t smell like an ashtray.”

“Anyway. I..” Kim narrowed her eyes. “You fucked him?”

Faye deflated. “God, never gonna get used to that.”

“Well, you better. For now at least. I think I figured something out, but I need to ask you….”

Kim dragged on the cigarette again, trying to phrase this correctly.

“When you…first met Lust. What were you like?”

Faye blanched, Kim saw yellows fly around for a second like angered lightning bugs.

“You saw me before. I was the cover girl for babydyke monthly. Then?” She waved a hand over herself.

“What did you do? I mean, did your tits get bigger?”

Faye laughed. “You have no idea.”

“That’s not an answer. Bobbie told me that you don’t talk about that much. Why don’t…” Kim put a hand to her mouth.“God, I’m fucking stupid. How could I not….”

Faye’s yellow became almost palpable, Kim resisted an urge to touch it.

“You were a guy.” Kim said, surprised. “Makes kind of sense, I guess. I mean it happened to Bobbie. How did you deal with that?”

“Badly.”

“Rad,” Kim rested the cigarette holder in her mouth. “We all got prettier, right? There’s got to be some kind of limit on that, doesn’t there?”

Faye looked confused. Ah, now I get silly boy.

Kim gestured towards her breasts. “How big can they get? How small can your waist get before you start looking like some cartoon?”

“Still not sure what you’re getting at.”

“When you did… whatever it was you did. It swapped you two. Then, when you came to me… Bobbie stopped me, she saw something. I must have messed with the limit. I bet that’s what she saw.”

“Yeah.” Faye said. His eyes became distant, seeing it finally. “Absorbed the hair extensions, got blonder…. Okay. So now we have something to go on. What do we do about it?”

“You’re gonna fuckin’ hate this.” Kim said, followed by a long drag.

“I think we need Roxx.”

“Roxx? Why?”

“This reaction is why I haven’t told Bobbie yet. You can’t see the ribbons. I can, but I’m not too good at it, obviously.” Kim opened her hand towards Faye.

“She’s been seeing this longer than we have. Now if we can find her, and convince her to help. I’m pretty sure we can fix.” She waved her arm around.

“…this.”

“Now, I need to tell Bobbie this. Not totally looking forward to it, but it can wait a couple of hours.” She stared at Faye. “And it looks like we need to find her quickly.”

The thread was shorter still.

“Not too sure how much time you have left.”

 ***

Bobbie noticed Faye and Kim return as she was coming out in her swimsuit. It was a tight blue one piece that hugged appealingly in all the right places. Her hair shimmered like silver in the light of the afternoon. She looked at Timmi. Bobbie remembered seeing that bikini and thinking that she couldn’t ever wear something like that.

But you did.

And it wasn’t bad. A little small perhaps.

“Timmi.” Bobbie whispered, her hair slid accordingly.

“Hi. This is cool. I didn’t even know Bella had a pool.”

She giggled. “That rhymes.”

Bobbie chuckled. “How are you doing? I mean really?”

Timmi shrugged. “Okay. I mean, being a girl is kind of fun. I mean I can’t always say what I want, the way I tingle all the time.”

“Makes it hard to think.”

Bobbie’s eyes narrowed.

“You look high.”

The weird burst of lucidity made Bobbie realize that Tim wasn’t gone, just different.

“I know Kim can figure it out, It was an accident. I’m not mad.”

“I’m just having some fun, you got to do fun things.” The pout came out. “I don’t see what the big deal is. I’m not doing anything you didn’t do… with me.”

Bobbie’s face crumpled slightly. “I love you, Tim.”

Timmi smiled. “I love you too, Bobbie. Everything’s gonna be okay.” She gave a thumbs up.

Bobbie jumped into the water, figuring that the chlorine in the water would explain her red eyes sufficiently.

 ***

Bobbie was swimming back and forth. She had never liked the water before, but found it freeing now. The fact that it’s a pool and it’s sunny are huge plusses. How many things are different now? Timmi, Faye…

Me…

She remembered the dream when she buried Robb. So long ago that his words about moving on and just letting life happen not only had sunk in, but became part of the new normal. Breaking the surface, there was a calm spreading through her.

Timmi was lounging on the chair, straps still untied. He’s right, Kim’ll figure it out. Now that she’s gotten her head back…

God, I wish I could read her.

A splash sent a wave towards her as Scooby jumped into the water. Timmi laughed as the dog paddled his way out of the pool, only to shake himself off while standing close to Timmi, who squealed when the spray of cold water touched her back. The sound was more of surprise, but enough to make her get up quickly. Scooby saw something that he liked apparently as he grabbed one of the purple straps and ran off across the yard.

“FUCKIN’ SCOOBY!!” Bella yelled.

 ***

Timmi saw the dog running away with her top. When she stood and Bella yelled, everyone laughed a little. For a moment, she felt proud for a moment as she detected some envy from Amber. The green really goes with her hair.

Bobbie was spitting water  as she made her way up the steps. Kim strode back into the pool area gracefully.

When Faye came around the gate, it was to a scene of minor chaos. Timmi stood there, breasts bared for all to see, Scooby was running away from Bella with the tiny bikini top, and Bobbie stood by the pool, soaking wet and smiling.

The stirring in his pants was starting to become all too commonplace. It was the first time he had seen Timmi’s luscious breasts in daylight, the nipples standing out like Beefeaters. Rigid, and unable to do anything but stand at attention.

Scooby disappeared into the house and Bella laughed while Timmi slowly began the process or putting her top back on.

“I’m sorry, Faye. My fuckin’ dog. He’s usually so good.”

“Oh, no big deal.” Timmi giggled. She strode confidently to where she had placed her things. Heather kept her eyes on Timmi the whole time.

"Faye...aren't you going to put on something?" Heather asked nervously, fighting her eyes, sudden need to drag her gaze down to Timmi's breasts.

             "Why? I can work on my tan better now anyway." Timmi was looking at Heather curiously, wondering why the girl seemed so attracted to her. Wait...how did she know that? Sometimes she could see pretty colors that told her things about people. Colors are awesome.

             "Yeah, but the others might not appreciate that."

             Timmi looked at her innocently "We're all girls, right?"
 
             "What about Tim?"

             Timmi giggled. "Oh, he saw plenty of them when we had sex in his car last night."

             Heather made a note to close her mouth before she had to apply for a zoning permit.

Kim laughed. “She’s fucking with you, Heather.” A quick stare thrown at Timmi made the blonde girl shrug.

Timmi swung her vision around, searching for the bag she brought with her. Are they all just jealous or what? I would be too, I guess if my titties weren’t the best here. Timmi looked down and hoped beyond hope that she could get an even tan. Maybe if I could find a place where Faye can rub more lotion on my…

Yeah, his lotion. Timmi grinned with the dirty thoughts as she wondered how hard it would be to wrangle another date. Maybe rollerskating? Mini golf? She made a show of swivelling her waist like the turret of a tank. The Tits of Destruction scanned separately, desperately seeking a target. Dumb dog wanted to see too. Timmi wanted Faye to take her picture.

Maybe next time we go out. Timmi knew she had to get another date with Faye. The top Timmi brought  with her had been cut off, leaving ragged pink shreds that hung tantalizingly across her midsection. The deep black, fuzzy letters proudly proclaimed ‘FAKE’, the top tented so much that the letters distorted and her tiny waist only seemed more sensual.

Bella went inside to try to get Scooby to come back outside, or at least give up his new chew tow. Faye and Heather kept the stares on Timmi as she made her way to the table.

“Oh, wow.” Timmi said. “These are from the school cake?” Timmi bent over towards Faye, allowing him full view of the cleavage. Timmi selected a piece of Slacker’s Cove and sat between Faye and Heather.”

“This one is so pretty, I like the green.” Timmi said, the cake leaving white streaks near her lips.

“So, Faye? What’s up with the makeover this week?”

Timmi just waved her hand, scooping another piece of cake into her mouth. “I’m a model. I change all the time…”

“Right? …Tim?” Timmi said, snapping her head the other way.

“Yeah.” Faye said distantly. “Hey Kim?”

“What? We have a setlist to…” Kim had two of the padlocks unlocked and was working on the third. It too gave way before she set the security devices that were suddenly incapable of securing anything from Kim.

“Go stand by the pool.” Faye pulled out his phone and hit the camera.

Faye got up and away from Timmi.

“What gives?”

“I’m gonna take some pictures. Allegra dropped me over this Playboy nonsense your sister started. You, my dear might just be the next big thing.” Faye giggled. “You pull off the Bettie well.”

Kim blushed. “Thanks, I just thought. Hey, I’ve never tried this yet. Besides, Delcroix is gonna need at least one more badass chick, right? Figure I’m elected.”

Faye had the phone up in front of her face.

“Sit on the edge of the chair and look up, fingers on your neck.” Faye said. “God, I kind of wish you had a floppy hat.”

Kim laughed. Faye took the opportunity to snap six shots in rapid succession.

“That’s good. Let’s go check on the rest of the…” Faye laughed as she thought about the dog.

“Scooby gang.”

 ***

Faye’s letting all this go to her head. I swear she’s the last person I’d expect.

Although the money…

Heather watched Faye ditz her way through everything. Tim was snapping off pictures of Kim.

I guess he can’t believe it either.

The party’s only boy walked back with Kim, showing the pictures. When they sat, Heather asked to see the screen. Kim acquiesced and almost immediately Heather’s eyes widened.

“Oh my wow.” Heather exclaimed. “These pictures are amazing, you took those with that phone?”

“Look out Instagram.”  Faye said, pocketing the phone.

“Tim.”

“Yes, Heather.” Faye said.

“You’ve gotta lose that bracelet. And I thought you burned that shirt?”

“Easy Heather. It’s just laundry day. Right…”

“Tim?” Bobbie finished with special emphasis on the proper name.

Kim had locked and unlocked all three padlocks  while the other girls approved of the cake and the songs they wanted to play.

Bobbie dried in the sun and let the ultraviolet light bake the baker just a little.

Even though her boyfriend was a girl and her best friend was suddenly a guy and everything seemed odd. It seemed like Delacroix was her place, and these things were going to happen. The light and heat of the sun caressed Bobbie as she let the cares and thoughts drift away.

Even Advocates need a day off.

 Chapter 82

Kim went with Bobbie and Faye to the bakery that night, offering to help mix the batters and frostings that would be needed the next day since Faye would be running the bakery solo for the first time.

And it gave Kim a chance to tell Bobbie about the tiny part of a plan she had figured out.

The mixer was running as Kim explained the sudden shift into full Barbie mode.

“See, that’s gotta be it, I can’t think of another explanation. I mean fantasy novels are all I have to work with, but that stuff had to come from reality a little. So. I’ll be able to undo whatever it was that Faye did. I’m gonna need you to be there, like you were last time. But…”

Bobbie shut the mixers down as Faye stopped rolling the chocolate ribbons.

“Man.” Faye said, using the back of his braceleted wrist to wipe sweat away. “I wish Beth was here for this.”

“She had a date. Girl deserves it. You saw the figures, right?”

“No, she did ‘em all?” Faye looked incredulous.

“Not yet, but the ones she has look amazing.”

“Guys.” Kim called.

“I was saying that we need to go see Roxx.”

“Roxx?” Bobbie groaned. “Why her?”

Kim pointed. “Roxx can see the ribbons, she’s seen them longer than I have. I want her to watch me, you two don’t see the same thing.”

“Fuck.” Bobbie said. The uncharacteristic expletive made Kim laugh. “We don’t even know where she is. For all I know she took off.”

Faye opened his mouth. “I’ll put the feelers out. Never know. Town this small? Should be easy to find. Not too many hot redheads in Delacroix. Amber’s cute and all, but Roxx?”

“Yeah yeah.” Bobbie said, “Thrall body. I get it.” She ran a hand through her hair.

“I think I can find her.” Kim said. “It’s just gonna take me a little while. I just hope I can do it in time.”

“What do you mean?” Bobbie asked.

“You didn’t tell her about the thread?” Kim asked Faye. The light reflecting from the ebony bangs seemed harsh in the way it sat above her expression.

“What about the thread?”

  ***

Roxx sat at the booth, a lit Sobraniy in one hand and a glass of Glenlivet 25 in the other. She looked over the dark club with steely eyes. Attendance was up, everyone was making more money. And she had convinced Bogdan and Yevgeniy to change the name of the club. Not a bad first couple of days.

Within two months Vesuvius would be gone and Krakatoa would rise from the ashes of the seedy club that was. She envisioned a high end gentleman’s club that could cater to anyone’s whims and desires. Roxx had to look up other famous volcanoes to come up with a name.

Fine, Robb. Studying comes in handy sometimes.

The way the runners came back with hands full of money instead of the drugs they left with, one would think that Roxx was the second coming of Pablo Escobar. Everybody was surprised with how smooth everything seemed to go with Roxx at the helm.

Screw Bobbie, I got mine. A strip club and the local drug trade is a decent consolation prize.

 ***

Timmi was finishing up with her morning routine. She knew that Bobbie would be up soon, so she got up early, knowing that looking pretty took longer than the old getting ready used to.

Oh, so cool. Timmi thought as she got the black top over her breasts. Joe Strummer’s guitar nearly disappeared into the cleavage. The heavier eyeliner made the blue stand out like a tiny ring of cobalt. Timmi put the can down as the aroma of the hairspray filled the room.

She pulled a bandanna from the bundle of clothes she had brought in with her. The black cloth square had tiny skulls on it. Timmi giggled as she rolled it up and carefully tied it around her head just behind the ears.

Bobbie was wearing a sleepy look when Timmi came out.

“Timmi?” Bobbie said.

“Hi, Bobbie.” Timmi said with an excited wave.

“What…”

“Thought I’d wear black today. I never noticed how well it goes with my hair.”

Bobbie looked at the teased mass atop her head.

“I’ll just make…”

“I already made coffee.” Timmi hefted her mug. “You just get ready.”

Bobbie smiled.  “Alright, jumping in the shower then.”

“Okay.”

Nick came out of his room as soon as Bobbie left.

“Morning, Faye.” Nick said.

“Hi, Nick.” Timmi’s excited wave was infectious as Nick mirrored it.

“Nice skirt.”

“Thank you.” Timmi bounded into Nick’s arms. “You’re so sweet.”

Nick poured his own coffee. “So, how’s school?”

“Oh, it’s so cool.” Timmi said, sipping her coffee. “Everyone’s been super nice.” An evil giggle escaped. “Especially the boys.”

“So is that how you plan to stay at the top of the leaderboards?” Nick smiled. “Make ‘em stare at you?”

Timmi giggled loudly. “Didn’t work on you.”

“Because I’m a professional.” Nick said.

When Bobbie came back out Nick and Timmi were laughing like old times. Bobbie smiled, hoping that everyone was nearly out of the woods.

But Kim’s bombshell last night… We need Roxx…

That was the one thing that she didn’t want to hear. I finally get her to back off and I need to go back to her with my tail between my legs?

Fuck.

“Oh, good.” Timmi clapped. “You didn’t do your makeup yet.”

“Huh?”

“It was so fun Saturday… Wanna do it again?”

Bobbie smiled. “Sure.”

We still hang out in the mornings. Miss the Vespa, though.

Nick rose. “Well, I’m gonna hit the shower. More research today… Can’t wait till this class is over.” He downed the rest of his coffee and was gone.

            Timmi followed Nick down the hallway and went into Faye’s room. Returning with her makeup bag, Timmi sat down next to Bobbie and started to work.

             ***

            “Son of a bitch.” Kim said. Getting the bobby pins into her victory rolls was not as easy as it looked on the tutorial video. Between the backcombing and the hairspray, Kim took about an hour and a half to get ready.

Mom is gonna trip right the hell out. She had been gone when Kim came home last night. It had bummed her out a little that she didn’t get to see Kim then.

But, she said studying herself. I think that’s good enough for a first try. The tiny bit of pomade between her fingers smoothed out the errant hairs.

Kim was downstairs in her tight jeans and her yellow polka dot top sipping coffee when Sylvia came down.

“Morning…” Sylvia yawned.

“Kim?” Sylvia said, now fully awake. “What…”

“Heather, right?”

“Actually.” Kim sipped the coffee and set the mug down. “My idea.”

Sylvia chuckled as she entered the kitchen. “You always liked that poster of his.”

Kim laughed. “Because I thought she was really hot.”

Sylvia poured coffee. “You two…”

“Robb said that to me when he bought it.”

“Well, Heather approved and check this out.” Kim got up and showed her mom the pictures that Faye took by the pool.

“Wow. This is you?”

“Yeah. Who saw that coming?”

Sylvia laughed. The morning had the two women speaking like equals. Both Sylvia and Kim liked their newly evolving relationship. Sylvia still felt badly about throwing Bobbie out, it wasn’t her fault.

Sylvia was still clinging to the hope that one day soon, Bobbie would be back. It was moments like these that made her miss Robb more than ever. He would have made fun of her, then told her she looked good.

Sylvia smiled distantly at the thought.

“I just wish Robb and your dad were here to see this.”

“Me, too mom.” Kim said, smiling with her ruby red lips.

“Me, too.”

 ***

Faye had the items set out in their cases when Hudson and Hobson came in. They had the coffee cup out towards the person they believed to be Tim.

“Here you go.” Hobson said. “So, what’s good today?”

“Still got the triple berry cake?”

“Sounds good.”

Tim retrieved the cake from the case and put it into the green boxes that were becoming commonplace across Delacroix.

“And Faye wants you two to know that she finally fixed that brake light.”

Hobson laughed. “We know. Saw it last night on the way in. Hey, maybe we can ask you.”

Faye flushed. Aw Christ, what did they do now?

“You guys are here early and sometimes late.”

“Actually, I live here, Detective.” Faye pointed up. Hobson laughed, Hudson failed the detective’s exam last time.

“Vesuvius keeping you guys up?”

“No.” Faye said, shaking his head. “Why?”

“Nothing serious. Just seems like they’ve gotten really busy lately. We’ve been here a long time. When that place pops off.”

“It’s trouble.” Hobson finished. “You remember that meth lab blowout couple of years ago, right?”

“Yeah. Big Bazza finally got put away. Or did they deport him?” Hudson paid for the coffee cake.

            Hobson shrugged as he hefted the cake. “Glad you’re feeling better. See you tomorrow, Tim.”

 ***

Bobbie was kind of regretting letting Timmi dress her.

They were both clad in black, hair teased up. Sunglasses that matched. Black heels, with Timmi’s being taller.

“See? Your first big slow motion entrance. I can almost hear Back in Black.”

“Can’t you?” Timmi giggled

“More like Highway to Hell.” Bobbie muttered. The large earrings threatened to hit her in the face when they moved. Her hair did no such thing, it was completely immobile.

Timmi strutted down the hallway next to Bobbie. There were stares, there was chatter. Bobbie had dealt with it before and still wasn’t completely comfortable with it. Her time in Faye’s body had driven off some of the modesty, but not all of it. Being dressed in the little more than a half shirt bearing the album cover of The Great Rock N Roll Swindle with the collar ripped out artfully and the tight low rise jeans that hugged her legs magnificently. The studded black low heels made Timmi seem almost as tall as Bobbie.

Timmi; however, had gotten into the puffy skirts again. Somehow turning them into a glam metal like accessory. The spider weblike fishnets and the tall heels just made the ruby red lips and the bright blue eyes that much more tantalizing. When the sunglasses came off and nestled in the bountiful cleavage, the room seemed to brighten.

“I’ll see you at break, okay?” Bobbie said.

“K.” Timmi said, disappearing with a wave.

“What in the actual fuck?” Came a voice from Bobbie’s locker.

“Hi, Zoe.”

“Did a Metallica video explode at your house?” Zoe laughed.

Bobbie laughed. “Last time I let Faye dress me. All I’m sayin.”

“Dude, Faye decked Stacy. Her cheek is all swollen. She is pissed.” The music from the one disconnected from her ear played its tinny beat.

“They didn’t tell me…”

“Yeah. I guess she was out with Tim? What’s up with that?”

“Faye… well, you know. Faye hasn’t been well lately.”

“She’s okay, right?” Zoe’s usual cavalier air evaporated into one of concern.

“Sort of. Maybe, I don’t know.” Bobbie looked down. “It’s just that she’s going to act weird for a little bit.”

“Like how?”

Bobbie pointed down the hall. “Did you not see her?”

“Yeah.” Zoe shrugged. “Playboy and all, didn’t really think it was all that strange.”

The bell rang.

“Shit.” Bobbie said. “I’ll see you later.” She ran off to class.

Something’s wrong? Zoe figured that she’d just have to get the straight story from Faye.

Besides, talking to a real Playmate is always cool.

Even if she is a fuckwich.

Even if she used to be a guy.

 ***

James Agee was sitting at his desk, still mad about the Indian food that had ruined his weekend. Last time I eat Vindaloo. He was fine now, but the John Wayne Marathon seemed tainted by constant trips to the bathroom.

Although, it was going to be ham sandwiches for lunch for a while.

Fourth period was starting when she walked in, he thought she was in the wrong class, but that figure was unmistakable.

Valentine. He grinned as he started to sweat. She was blonde now, looking like the metal goddesses he praised in the early days of MTV. The curve and swell of her spectacular breasts and tight ass caused him to forget which lecture he was doing that day.

Looking through his notes, he considered just making today a free study day. Hell, this close to the end of the year…

Does it matter?

Announcing free study showed a palpable relief among the students. Agee made a show of grading papers already marked up with red ink.

But what he was really looking at was Faye Valentine.

 ***

Bobbie was in the bathroom, fixing the makeup that Timmi  had put on her. God, Tim, you got way too good at this way too fast.

 SMACK!

Zoe entered the bathroom the black of her Ramones shirt combined with Bobbies all black ensemble seemed to suck all the light out of the room.

“Bobbie?”

Zoe chuckled. “What is it with you two today? First, I see Kim traipsing through the halls looking like she’s about to drop the hankie in a drag race. Then you and Faye… Both of you, look like you’re taking off to tour with Slayer.”

“It’s… complicated.”

“It’s Faye, everything’s complicated. She’ll be okay. Building… slow motion. Be interesting to see how Agee treats her now.”

Bobbie knitted her eyebrows. “Agee?”

“Yeah, he’s back. Goddamn perv.”

“Shit. I’ve gotta go.”

 ***

The ringing bell drew so many sighs of relief, Agee was sure he would pass out from the sudden exchange of oxygen and carbon dioxide. Most of the students rushed out, while Valentine kept tapping away at her phone.

Most of the crowd was gone, everyone’s favorite class was next… lunch.

Well, maybe not everyone’s. Agee looked at the ham sandwich he brought from home. He looked at Valentine.

The rousing he felt suddenly became those of a different kind of pork.

 ***

Timmi was cropping selfies, removing unwanted background elements and generally admiring the way the light caught the ‘Faye’ nameplate. In her mind, she replaced it with ‘Timmi’. She was tired about thinking about boring old math. Numbers and graphs… the only thing that Timmi cared about that was remotely mathematical was curves.

Going out with Faye is so fun. We should go to prom. There was a moment of wistful thought. Sharing prom night with Bobbie was gonna be really cool, but something bothered her for a moment.

Shouldn’t Bobbie and I be doing something else?

The bell cut through the thoughts that were like pink cotton candy; Soft, fuzzy, sweet.

Faye makes me feel so…

“Miss Valentine. Can I see you please?

“Okay.” Timmi said cutely as she sauntered her way to his desk.

Agee rose to his full height to be sure that the other student had gone off to lunch. “Missed you last week. Been some changes I see.”

Timmi looked puzzled in a cute way that didn’t help Agee’s raging hormones.

“You’re blonde?”

“Oh, that.” Timmi said, grabbing one of the long ends and brushing at her face with it. “I am blonde, silly man.”

Agee took that the wrong way, in the way of tacit approval. Timmi’s vacant smile showed that she was reading the situation differently.

Very differently. Agee had his arms on her shoulders. Timmi kind of liked it at first. Agee was bigger, and it made her feel more protected and safe.

For about three seconds. When his hand rested on the back end of the puffy skirt, Timmi yelped quietly.

He’s a teacher. I know I’m pretty, but…

When the whiskers and hot breath touched her ear, Timmi could tell that things were about to get a little more serious than she ever thought they would.

“Wanna Rock the Casbah?” Agee said, he’d always liked that song. Beats having Concrete Blonde in your head.

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded…

FUCK.

Timmi felt Agee kiss at the tender skin of her exposed shoulder. It was wrong and she knew it.

Mmmm, but it feels sooo good.

Agee backed up and his hands went for his belt, unfastening the leather strap with a single flick of his fingers. He brought his left arm out even as he undid his pants, allowing them to fall to the floor.

The cheap elastic waistband of his boxers gave at the same time, leaving Agee naked from the waist down.

Timmi looked down…

…and burst into laughter.

“That’s it?” The laughter renewed, Timmi felt a small flush of relief as Agee’s hand dropped. Faye’s is bigger, and…

Less wrinkly.

“Didn’t have a problem last week.” Agee said, his face becoming stern.

Timmi’s laugh stopped suddenly, she took a half step back. Ewww, his balls are all pruny. Like the striking of a grandfather clock in her mind, Timmi realized where she was and what was really happening.

Last week? Why was that important? She watched his cock shrivel as his body reabsorbed the blood. It looked funny to her, like Gamera was pulling his head back into his massive shell.

Gamera? That’s a funny name for a turtle.

The laughter returned anew as she pictured it retreating all the way inside.

You’d be an ugly girl, Mr. Agee.

The laughter continued as Timmi backed away.

She didn’t see his face get as red as the red velvet cake Cheepskates was so famous for. Neither did she see him awkwardly pull his pants up while Timmi let the door swing way too far.

Two or three students caught a show that they didn’t want to see. Agee hung his head and slunk back to his desk.

And his ham sandwich.

Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed.

“Fuck.” Agee growled as he brought his fist down onto his desk with his eyes closed.

Right on top of his sandwich.

 ***

Bobbie was running towards Agee’s class. Dammit, wish I knew he was back today. Bobbie was amazed that her Timmi-inspired ensemble let her move as much as it did. The flood of students out of Agee’s class was thinning to a trickle. No Timmi.

Bobbie started to slow down, worried about what she might find. Then, a flash of blonde and black backed out of the classroom, nearly doubled over. Now she was worried, the run came back. But when Bobbie got there…

She’s laughing?

The laughter got louder, looking up into the classroom she saw Agee fumbling with his pants.

“What’s so funny?” Bobbie said gingerly.

“He wanted to….” The laughter became a shriek. Timmi’s howling made it difficult to understand her.

Bobbie started to look alarmed, but the infectious smile and laughter calmed her almost immediately. “Wanted to what.” Bobbie said as a smile started to creep across her face like last week’s cottage cheese.

“But he’s so…” Timmi held a thumb and forefinger apart by scant millimeters.

Bobbie burst into laughter.

“Said I didn’t mind last week… was that…” Timmi’s mouth formed an ‘O’ in surprise as she figured something out.

“You?”

Bobbie reddened, then looked down.

Timmi’s laugh faded as they walked away.

“You did, huh? Eww.”

“Not my finest hour.” Bobbie said dryly. “I’m sorry you had to deal with…”

“It’s okay.” Timmi laughed.“I thought it was gonna be like with Faye…”

“But he smells like the forties.” The nonchalance with which Timmi dropped the obscure reference only made Bobbie wish this whole situation would just end.

And get back to our little happily ever after… whatever that means.

Bobbie and Timmi made their way to the cafeteria where the rest of the band was sitting in their usual spot. The picture looked different, now with Heather pulling off the sexy butch thing and Kim now sporting clothes and accessories that were a few decades out of date.

Still the same army. Bobbie smiled as she and Timmi wound through the mass of people, drawing some appreciative looks and some catcalls.

Timmi giggled at these. “Silly boys, they don’t even know that we’re in charge.”

Bobbie looked with slight alarm.

“Well?” Timmi said with mock superiority. “Aren’t we? You made me act all silly.”

Bobbie nodded agreement. She couldn’t argue with Timmi on that one.

 ***

“Not too bad, Kim.” Heather said, sliding into the booth next to Delacroix’s newest time traveler. “Rolls could have been tighter, but you look good.” An arm went around Kim’s shoulders as Heather planted a peck on her cheek.

Kim produced a pair of black cateye sunglasses with corners of crystal pinpoints.

“I know.” Kim looked up.

“Easy there Audrey.” Heather laughed.

“I think I remember that film. I guess I recall we both kind of liked it.”

Heather smiled. “There’s no way that’s going into the setlist.”

Kim smirked. “That reminds me. Got an idea for what I should wear that night.”

“Look at you.”  A white dress with red polka dots came to the table.  “Hi, Beth.”

Beth waved at Heather as she set down her lunch. “Wow, Kim. I didn’t know you could be so…” Beth stopped as she sat.

Kim looked to Beth. “Go on, you can say it.”

“Pretty top.” Timmi said as she and Bobbie approached the table.

“Hey guys.” Beth said.

“Hi.” Bobbie said, sitting down and unpacking her own lunch.

Lunch continued with Bella and Amber taking their rightful place at the table. It was about as uneventful as lunch could be. When the bell rang they all went their separate ways. Bobbie nervously watching Timmi as she walked away, turning heads with every step.

 ***

Zoe wanted to talk to Faye. Ever since Spring Break, Zoe wondered what was happening with her friend. She also wanted to make one last splash before graduation. The tag in the bathroom was only a test. The final product had yet to be painted. Zoe thought of Faye.

Haven’t ditched in a while, two birds… right?

When she saw Timmi in the hallway, she made up her mind.

“Faye.” She called.

“Hmmm.” Timmi turned and said vacantly.

“Come on. We’re ditching.” Zoe said with finality.

“Ditching? Ooh, sounds fun.” Timmi shoved her books into Faye’s locker and shouldered her purse and followed Zoe Keebler, the coolest girl at Delacroix High as she left the educational edifice.

After a couple of stops to make sure the coast was clear, Zoe waved Timmi over to her SUV. The girls got inside and slowly drove away from the parking lot. Turning out onto Cherry Avenue, Zoe hit the switch on her stereo and allowed the deep, throbbing bass and drum loops.

Timmi fell instantly in love with the sound. Why didn’t I ever listen to this stuff before? It wasn’t long that she was shaking and bouncing to the electronic beat.

“Where are we going?” Timmi yelled over the beeping and booping.

“Dark Star.” Zoe yelled back. “I’m finally gonna do it. The tag of a lifetime.”

“Cool.” She bellowed. Dark Star… isn’t that a spaceship?

 ***

When the messenger arrived, Nick was asleep with the book on his chest. He lost his place when he jolted awake to the alien sound of the doorbell.

“Package for Faye Valentine?”

“Yeah, she lives here.” Nick was still wiping sleep out of his eyes and brushing his hair out of the way.

Nick used the attached stylus to sign his name and accept the tiny, rectangular box and envelope.

“Thanks, have a good day.” The delivery driver walked away from the apartment and drove away in the yellow van quickly.

“Hmm.” Nick said. “Overnight?”

He looked at the return address. Playboy. He remembered when he got the black plastic bag in the mail every month. Never thought I’d see any of it so up close and personal.

“Yeah.” Nick said as he put the package down on the coffee table.

Always dreamed of sleeping with a Playmate…

Not what I had in mind.

 ***

The dubstep continued the entire drive down to the Warehouse district. Timmi moving her head sharply to the music, her ass wiggling in the seat while her shoulders swung the opposite way.

“So what’s going on?” Zoe smiled. “Blonde looks good on  you, exotic. How’s Rach like it?”

“Oh.” Timmi pouted. “I think she’s mad at me or something. She won’t return my calls.”

“Last time we hung out was super fun and then…” Timmi stopped.

“Yeah. She’ll come around.” Zoe offered.

Timmi giggled. “Yeah… I’m a handful.”

Zoe threw back her head and laughed. They exited the vehicle and crossed the desolate parking area. The lock and chain on the gate was so loose that it easily granted passage to the two girls as they went on their mission of vandalism.

With Timmi’s help, Zoe got her rucksack through the gate. “What’s in here?” Timmi asked.

“Art tools.” Zoe said with a mischievous grin.

Dark Star as it was known was a ramp ensconced in a warehouse. No one knew where it came from. It was much like Stonehenge, just there from time immemorial. It was black in color, some smudges from years of youths crashing, falling and sliding as their perceived great moment ended in a clatter of bones and boards.

“Wow.” Timmi said. She had been here… before. Smoking joints and drinking beers with some of the other people he used to kill brain cells with.

“Yeah.” Zoe agreed. “Different when it’s deserted.” She reached into her bag and pulled out two large spray cans. One with a red lid, the other with a white one.

“Which is perfect. This is gonna be legendary, Delacroix will remember the name of Zoe Keebler.”

Keebler? Why is that familiar? Why do I know that name?

“I’m gonna get started over here.” The grin returned. “You have any evil thoughts?”

Timmi did indeed have evil thoughts, but they were colored pink and made her feel sooo deliciously wrong.

“Yeah.” Timmi said dreamily, thinking of Faye. “But they’re not gonna help me out here.”

Zoe walked to one side of the ramp and started to spray with expert, practiced blasts of color.

“I wanna do one.” Timmi said, reaching into the bag. She too pulled out a red can and a white one.

Zoe smiled. “Gotta be like the big kids, huh?”

“Sure, brought plenty. Not sure how detailed this one’s gonna get. No ma’am, no simple throwups for this girl.”

Zoe turned around and sat. “Jeez, Faye. This graduation thing is pretty… I dunno.” The tough girl seemed quiet and contemplative for a moment.

“We all graduate.” Timmi said. “It’s how good you look when you do it.” She giggled.

Zoe grinned. Faye’s tough, sexy snark usually had a way to make her do so. “Fair enough. Hmmm.” She shrugged. “This might be my last chance to do something really stupid.”

“Better get started.” An earbud had found its way into her hearing canal. Zoe started bobbing her head.

Timmi looked at the vast expanse of ramp and how it curved out almost forever. A tight grin formed as an idea percolated.

 ***

Timmi was missing again. This time, both Kim and Bobbie met in the bathroom.

“Hasn’t texted back yet. I’m worried, Kimster.” Bobbie had a thumbnail in her mouth.

“She’ll be fine.” Kim dug her phone out. “I’ll get Faye.” A laugh. “Don’t think that the hairspray is gonna make the day.”

“Yeah, well we can’t all be Betty Grable.”

“Who?” Kim asked

 

 Chapter 83

The ball flew through the air cleanly from way out there in three point land.

“Holy shit.” Faye said.

“Damn. Big Daddy Kane in the house or what?” A nameless skin player gave Faye a hi five. “That’s like what. Twelve points… somethin’ ridiculous? What is it, Brickhaus?”

Brickhaus, a large barrel-chested dude with shiny hair and an Ed Hardy shirt looked at the game as a whole.

“Yeah. He’s at twelve. Score’s 68-61 skins. That’s game. Dude, where the fuck did you come from? Wait… you’re the bakery guy, right?”

“Shit dude. My wife got some of those cupcakes for my birthday last week. Fucking awesome, and that blonde that works there?” He whistled.

“And that video? Her and the other girl. Fuck, man. I hope you’re hittin’ that…”

Faye suddenly took some offense. Yeah, it was the guys and shit, but…

Being a girl gave a different perspective…

“I’d plow that till next July. I mean that ass…”

She’s not a that, fuckface. That feeling, the one that made her want to stab things? It was still there, just in a slightly different format.

Faye got his shirt on and moved toward Brickhaus.

“Dude, c’mon. I mean… you are hittin’ that, right?”

Faye let the fist fly, it was the only to get rid of that stabby feeling. It caught Brickhaus squarely on the jaw. The two teams came and quickly separated the two.

“Her fucking name is Bobbie, asshole. Gotta remind me of that fucking video…” Faye strained against guys he didn’t even really know, all holding them back from doing something stupid.

After a few more seconds of struggle, Brickhaus slowed. Still gasping for breath.

“Shit, Kane… I’m.. I’m sorry man, I didn’t think it was…” He extended his hand.

“Yeah. It’s a bit of a sticking point…”

“It’s complicated.”

Brickhaus laughed. “Isn’t everything with them?” Faye took the offered hand and shook.

You have no idea.

A few minutes of makeup bragging later. Damn, dudes are weird.

And an exchange of gamertags. Poor bastards have no idea what’s about to happen to them.

Faye took his sweaty ass back towards the EVO. The messages from Kim popped up.

“Son of a bitch.”

“Yeah, Brickhaus.” Faye donned his sunglasses and started the car.

“They do make everything complicated.”

 ***

Zoe stared at her handiwork. The large, red anarchy symbol had some other colors in there, giving an amazing sense of depth. The shading and undertones making the circumscribed Z pop inward with its deeply hued metallic blue. She’d never done one this big, people knew that symbol when they saw it.

It would be talked about for years, the way that symbol just appeared one day. She thought about whether or not it would still be there when hoverboards took over.

Anarchy and Zoe Keebler, two great tastes that taste great…

“I think that’s gonna stand the test of time. I guess it took longer than I thought. How’s yours comi…” Zoe turned around as she pulled out an earbud. She could hear Faye doing something she had never heard before.

Singing.

Benson, Arizona blew warm wind through your hair
            My body flies the galaxies, my heart longs to be there
            Benson, Arizona. The same stars in the sky.
            But they seem so much kinder when we watch them, you and I.

“What do you…” Zoe stopped dead, jaw hitting the ground.

“Faye!” There was almost as much shock as laughter as Zoe looked at Timmi’s creation.

Timmi had used the red and white spray paints to create a splotchy pink. Semi rounded edges gave the bright fuchsia letters a puffy feel. From where Zoe stood, she could make it out.

“Damn. That is epic. Good idea not using your name.” Zoe broke into a laugh.

“Who’s Timmi?”

 ***

Faye drove by the school after the worried text from someone called ‘Kimster Dragstrip’. She laughed as she thought about how much Kim seems to embracing this whole thing.

Just like I did.

She saw Rach’s SUV there, as well as Heather’s sedan. Zoe’s SUV wasn’t there. Damn, Timmi. Making the rounds or what?

Sitting at the stop sign, Faye pulled out the phone and shot Zoe a text.

Hey, it’s Tim. Want some banana bread?

 ***

Zoe was helping Timmi finish her monstrous tag, dotting the ‘I’s with circles of pink with blue shot through it. By the time they were done, the letters appeared to be lollipops.

God, Timmi thought. Now I want a lollipop.

Pink lemonade.

            “We’ve gotta get pictures of these.” Zoe had her phone out and saw the message from ‘Tim’. “Hell yeah, I want some banana bread.” she said suddenly. She tapped out the message to tell her that she and Faye would be at her house and they would be there soon.

Pictures were taken of Zoe’s symbol of rebellion, and Timmi carefully climbed the steps to the top of the ramp where she used her phone to snap a picture of the large ‘Timmi” that now covered the low, curving of the floor. Hanging perilously by a bar, she managed to get a cleavage-laden shot with the name in the background. Levering herself back up, then climbing back down the stairs, she sent the picture to Faye.

That picture is just rad apples. There was a self satisfied smile as the text went through.

 ***

Faye was looking at two incoming texts. One from Timmi, and one from Zoe.

Timmi was first. The picture was hard to place at first, but the surface she posed… by? How the hell did she get that picture?

The identity of the background location made itself known. Pieces started falling into place, Faye completed the puzzle after reading Zoe’s text; a picture of Zoe’s tag captioned with I. AM. IMMORTAL!!!

 ***

Bobbie was in the last class of the day when the text came in from Kim. Timmi was fine, she was with Zoe.

But, after what had happened with Rach? That wasn’t necessarily a good thing. Luckily, Zoe was one of the only people to fight off the charms of a Thrall. Bobbie didn’t have too much of a reason to be worried.

Or did she?

 ***

Faye stopped at the bakery to shower and grab the promised banana bread. The place was empty of people. The computer off and the curious sight of shopping bags littered across the couch. Myka, welcome back. There was a warmth and… well, a fuzziness. And having Heather’s mom hanging out with her had the added bonus of making sure that ‘Tim’ didn’t have a nosy mother for a few days.

Thinking that grabbing Kim and Bobbie straight away after school would probably be a good idea. At least she knew where they would be.

Like mother, like daughter.

After showering, Faye looked in the mirror. This whole Timmi thing was as confusing as being unable to cross police tape.

Always be Batman.

The facial itching was starting to get to him. He looked in the cabinet and pulled out the disposable razor and the tube of Tim’s shave lotion.

Please, let me remember how to do this.

In the end, Faye opted to leave the upper lip alone. Tempting fate now just seemed like a bad thing.

“The game is won in the fourth quarter, right Brickhaus?”

 ***

Bobbie and Kim were waiting for the EVO just outside of the grounds. Kim was smoking a cigarette, holding the long holder trying her level best to look aloof from behind the shades.

“Just gonna keep it up with the clothes?”

“Well, yeah. I mean both you and Heather think I should model. And besides…”

“I look good.”

Faye laughed.

“What’s with that on your lip?” Bobbie asked, starting to laugh.

“Were you shaving and you missed?” Kim broke into laughter as well.

“Timmi likes the stubble. Gonna put up as many road blocks as I can.”

Bobbie facepalmed and just hoped beyond hope that everything would be just fine when they reached Zoe.

“Don’t eat the banana bread back there.”

“That’s for Zoe.”

“Yes, sir.” Kim said with a salute.

Chapter 84

Zoe was plucking at the bass while Timmi was reading over the 7 Things You Can Do In Bed That Will Drive Him Crazy.

“Comedy research?” Zoe asked before plucking a string.

“Hmmm?” Timmi asked, looking up.

“So, Playboy huh? Congrats.”

“Yeah.” Timmi perked up, finally able to have a discussion. “I can’t wait till it comes out. Everyone will stare.”

Zoe harrumphed. “They stare now.” Timmi giggled in response.

Timmi was confused by Zoe’s ribbons, they were all over the place.

…yet in rigidly organized patterns.

“Man, we haven’t hung out enough lately. How is everything? Haven’t seen much of you since… well, Spring Break.” Zoe plucked another string. “Besides decking Stacy, that is.”

“She’s always mean and stuff. Keeps calling us Burnout and Cupcake. That’s not nice at all.” Timmi folded her arms.

“You said it, Faye.” Zoe turned one of the tuning pegs.

 ***

Wow, Zoe was so cool. Nothing bothered her. The look on her face when I put my name down all big and stuff. Timmi giggled. It was hard to decide what was cooler; Zoe, or the stuff she had been reading. Can’t wait to try it out on Faye. That picture thingy she did at the ramp was pretty cool…

Timmi just felt it needed a prettier name than Dark Star. And could there be a prettier name than mine?

Don’t think so.

Zoe was thinking about what the future held.

Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?

Bet your ass I will.

“Been thinking a lot.” Zoe smiled distantly. “I grew up in this house. Funny the things you remember. Christmases, parties, sleepovers. Never thought I’d be this..”

“Cool?” Timmi offered.

Zoe laughed. “Gotta agree with you there.”

Timmi got up and walked over to Zoe and leaned over her guitar.

“Again, Faye.” Zoe held up her arms. “I even covered my elbows this time.”

Timmi wrinkled her nose and looked at the crazy geometries that floated through her.

            Like someone put Baby in a corner. Timmi wondered what would if she kissed Zoe. Rach was really fun, and Faye said she was herself again in the morning.

I bet she’s more fun than Rach.

Zoe’s smile turned to a look of surprise as Timmi brought her face close to the other girl’s, locking lips and probing tongues pressed and nestled against each other. Timmi couldn’t help herself.

I wanna see this time.

Timmi continued kissing as she watched Zoe’s hair change. First the deep color of cappuccino, then latte, then café au lait.

Before finally settling on White Chocolate Mocha of an indeterminate length.

Hmmm. Coffee sounds good.

Zoe’s skin smoothed out and evened, Timmi could feel the guitar press against her own breasts as Zoe’s inflated…

 ***

Why is Faye kissing me agai…

Thought became more difficult, as if an entire party’s supply of drugs and alcohol were distilled into a single kiss.

Wow, Faye’s a really good kisser. Zoe started to giggle, even though she for the life of her couldn’t figure out what was funny. As her head began to swim, Zoe thought of how much things have changed in the time she spent at that house…

Memories cascaded and crystallized in an instant… Five years ago was like yesterday…

“Come ON, Zoe.” Stacy said, dragging a brush through her hair. “It’ll be fun. This is Ashley Johnson’s party. Everyone who’s anyone will be there.”

Zoe couldn’t figure out why Stacy was being so insistent, it was just a party. Ever since Stacy started eighth grade and Zoe started the seventh, there had a been a slight shift in their relationship. Where they used to ride bikes and get into scrapes with the other neighborhood girls, lately Stacy had been spending a lot more time in the bathroom and writing the same name in her notebook over and over.

She had made friends with Ashley in PE and to be invited was just so very. “Knowing her and being in with her friends means you’re popular. Don’t you wanna be popular? The boys will all line up…”

“But you can just wait for the jocks.” Stacy giggled.

Zoe looked up from her notebook. “Meh.” She shrugged.

“But I have a plus one. I got it for you.” Stacy pleaded, “You can’t say no.”

“Why not?”

Stacy rolled her eyes. “Because. What’ll happen if I show up without you?”

“Then I won’t be there?”

“Christ, Zoe. Think about someone else for once.” Stacy’s face was starting to appear stricken.

Zoe shrugged. “Sounds boring.” It was boring, especially since Stacy had explained to her that reading about sex was written sex…

While talking about it was oral sex.

“Just a bunch of kids standing around having oral sex.” Zoe’s dismissive hand wave told Stacy that that was all there was to say on the subject.

            “I’m thinking of you. This will make the next four years so much easier…” Stacy thought for a second, “Five for you.”

“Easier? Waving pom poms around and watching a bunch of beefed up idiots chasing each other over a ball?”

Stacy was undeterred, stress creeping into her voice. “And getting into better colleges, and finding better boyfriends, and…”

“THAT’S your dream? Barbie clone?” Zoe finally looked up from her notebook.

“Fuck that.” Zoe whispered harshly. “Why go to a party with a bunch of people I don’t want to hang around?”

“Fine, whatever. But, when I’m head cheerleader…”

“Don’t come crying to me about how you wanna be popular. Remember that I tried.”

“I don’t care about being popular.” Zoe said. Stacy left after letting out an agonizing groan.

“I just don’t wanna lose my sister.” Zoe whispered. As time wore on, Zoe and Stacy wound up in very different places from where they started. Before long, it was Zoe doing things just to annoy Stacy and vice versa.

Sometimes, and even though she would religiously have a dismissive comment about it every time it came up… The truth was always there buried beneath enough layers to hide a civilization from some bygone and undiscovered era.

Zoe still missed her sister.

***

Images of a train going off the tracks tumbled through Zoe’s mind, she felt feverish for a second, her hands feeling like underinflated balloons. The weird stretchy feeling spread through her whole body before settling in vibrating rings around her hips and chest.

How odd, and… Zoe giggled. Fuzzy… teehee. The fabric of the Ramones shirt rose and stretched, sending tingles of pleasure down to where her hips ballooned out slightly, giving a pleasing lift to the back of her yoga pants. The lights in the room seemed to brightened as the blue shimmered to a stop. The strands of hair in her face grew lighter and downward, the tingling continued over her scalp as the giggling began and didn’t stop until she was out of breath. Zoe felt the smooth skin; softer now, Even and perfect.

 ***

Timmi watched as the shimmery changes settled, leaving Zoe in a disheveled state. Looking for all the world like she just rolled out of bed. The names of Johnny and Dee Dee distorted and partially disappeared in a new, bustier way. Zoe’s hips flared out from a narrow waist, curving into tight, bulbous protrusions that filled out the baggy jeans that tapered down to shapely legs that could only be classified as gams.

Zoe looked at Timmi, her eyes now sparkling with the same blue innocence as the other girl. "Faye, what happened? I'm all blonde like you! And I’m all…" Zoe put her hands on the new curves. She seemed to be lost in them, her eyes becoming heavy lidded at the overload of new sensations.

“…Sexy.”

             Timmi bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. She knew from her experience with Rach that she needed to break this to Zoe the right way. "It's only for a little while, don't freak out, okay? It's just something I can do now, same way I'm a girl when I'm supposed to be a boy!" The giggle finally leaked out.

             Zoe furrowed her brow. She was trying to think, but it was so hard now. Her thoughts were re-routed through new synaptic pathways that didn't want to focus on more than one thought at a time. "I look like a total bimbo now though..." Her plumper lips pouted.

            "Isn't it cool?" Timmi squealed. "Rach didn't like it,” Suddenly there were two pouts in the room. “But trust me it's totes fun if you just relax and enjoy it!"

           Zoe stared at her, those same synapses firing off just enough to make her realize that...maybe that this isn't such a bad thing? Maybe now she and Stacy could have some common ground...Stacy.

What kind of fun are you gonna be? Timmi thought. Are we gonna dance? Or are we gonna…

***

Zoe abruptly tittered and giggled for a second before her eyes lit up, as if she suddenly remembered something. She darted upstairs. Timmi cocked her head and wondered what could possibly be going on.

Zoe, still thinking of her sister wondered about the last thing she had done for Stacy. The hallway flew by in a trail of blonde hair and the names of The Ramones barreling down on anything unlucky enough to be in the way like the slugs from a .45.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

CRASH!

A loud splintery sound emanated from the unknown upstairs.

“OOOOOOH!” Zoe’s high pitched voice was birdlike, shrill.

Timmi broke into a run up the carpeted stairs.

What could she be doing up there?

 ***

Zoe stood in Stacy’s room. There were pictures of days gone by on her large mirror. Pictures all the way back to that party.

 Stacy with Ashley, holding a trophy. Eating ice cream with the rest of the squad. Pictures full of smiles. Zoe looked at them wistfully. The bed and walls were much like they used to be, where Zoe had painted the walls and her furniture years ago. There were articles of clothing scattered all over the floor and on the bed. A small wooden block sat up near the base of the mirror.

The block had brown lines burned into it. A Z and an S meeting up. Zoe smiled, remembering making it in her woodshop class.

“What’s all the noise?” Timmi said, walking past the broken door jamb and looking at the room like it was an alien landscape.

“She kept it!” Zoe beamed, grabbing up the small block and holding it high.

“Huh?” Timmi asked.

Zoe sat on the bed, looking at the piece of wood and running her fingers over the letters. “We used to hang out all the time. Then one day…”

“We didn’t.”

Zoe looked at the clothes that were scattered over the floor. “She always was a mess.” Zoe looked up towards the mirror.

“God, I’m a mess.” Zoe felt the unfamiliar new feature’s flawlessness. Missing something.

Timmi looked at Zoe. “That is something we can fix…”

 ***

Faye blew past the red light with the aplomb of the most veteran of rulebreakers.

“Faye!” Bobbie yelled.

“Hey, I’m driving here.” Faye kept the pedal down.

“Guys.” Kim said, removing her sunglasses and checking one of the victory rolls for tightness. “Whatever’s gonna happen will have already happened when we get there. Just chill.”

“I mean. The cold never bothered me anyway.”

“Shut up, Kimster.” Bobbie said, wanting to smile, but unable to.

Faye played it safe, deciding Kim was right.

 

 ***

Timmi made a mental note to pick up some more hairspray. Too important to run out of.

“Are you almost done? I can’t sit here like this.”

“Yes.” Timmi groaned. “Just trust me. This is fun so far, right?”

Zoe giggled. It was, this strange feeling had the buzz of a party without all the people. It was like the party was in her head; the music was too loud, and conversation was difficult.

“I’m glad I read that whole magazine. Rach likes all the pink stuff. But you’re different.”

“Stacy likes the pink stuff, too.”

The black and purple skirt they found in Stacy’s room fit. At some point, Zoe had gotten a hold of some scissors and chopped off three inches from the bottom of her Ramones shirt, exposing her enamel skin and bellybutton.

“Yeah, but it’s not you.” Bobbie said, grabbing the comb and starting to work. The thin legs rose into the purple hem of the skirt, the back jutting out suggestively. Timmi was impressed at the impromptu surgery on the shirt.

“Stacy always did fun stuff. I did too, but her fun seemed like it was more fun sometimes.” Zoe turned to Timmi. “Y’know?”

“Yeah. I wish I got to be a girl the first time.”

“This one time.” Zoe began. “We went to Jennifer Soames slumber party, and we drew on Mandy Nelson’s face…”

Timmi looked at her blankly.

“’Cuz she fell asleep first… duh.” Zoe stated the fact as if it had been the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh. Haha. Boys don’t do that.”

“Of course they do, they just draw penises on each other.” Zoe thought that sounded downright lame.

“I meant have slumber parties.”

 ***

“I swear I don’t know what’s up with…” Bobbie said, a frustration crept into her voice.

“Bobbie, you ran out and just had the time of your life. Your becoming someone else was totally different than his. Give him a break, huh?”

Kim looked over at Bobbie opened her mouth to say something. But Kim had that look on her face, one she hadn’t seen since saving Beth.

“Bobbie, shut the fuck up. Seriously, you’re worse than mom. Hell, worse than a… a mother.”

The blonde girl flushed. “I just… just.”

“It’s casual, sis.” Kim leaned forward and put her hand on Bobbie’s shoulder. “We all know you mean well. Just lighten up, okay?”

Bobbie shrank back into her seat. “I miss him, dammit. I want…”

Kim squeezed harder at her shoulder. “I know you do, Bobbie. We’ll get this sorted out. Getting all wound up isn’t gonna get you anywhere.”

Bobbie smiled. “You’re right. But of course I’m going to worry. He’s… he’s.”

Emboldened, Bobbie continued.

“He’s everything to me.”

“We’re almost there, any other emotional revelations?”

“Faye?” Kim said, swiveling her gaze.

“Shut up.”

 ***

Zoe was just as cool after the kiss as she had been before. I have cool friends. She kept talking about her sister. Timmi stayed busy working on Zoe, so busy in fact, that she never noticed the girl in all the pictures on the wall.

The girl she had laid out that night with Faye.

Zoe seemed to have something akin to anger bubbling below her surface, making the puddle of shifting colors just as confusing as it always was.

Just when I thought Zoe couldn’t get any cooler, she did. She absently wondered what Faye would think of the new look.

Think…. Silly boy only thinks with his pants. Timmi giggled.

“What?” Zoe asked.

“Oh, nothing. Just thinking about how silly boys can be.”

It was funny how she and Faye had kind of wound up together. She remembered meeting him at her house after Bobbie moved in. They had been friends forever, simply just the best friend anyone could ever hope for. She’d been really preoccupied lately, it totally made sense, too. Bobbie was graduating soon, and now that she didn’t have a boyfriend anymore… What happened to him, anyway?

             Timmi giggled absently as she remembered who she used to be. Oh right! No wonder Tim wasn't around for her anymore. A sudden twinge of sorrow that evaporated into nothing flashed through Timmi.

              It didn't matter. Bobbie was a super-cute girl. She'd find a new boyfriend in no time, someone even better. Timmi wondered if she could help her look? The idea seemed almost too fun to entertain.  Timmi knew that Faye couldn’t disappear, wouldn’t. He’s so sweet to me. She wanted to dance and spin with him in the white pinpoints of light that moved while the slow music played. Her smile and swell only grew as she continued applying Zoe’s new look. Bobbie needed to go out and relax so badly.

Girls night, right after graduation. Ice cream, Lloyd Dobler, and conversation about nothing.

She really needs it. She’s been through so much

But, for the life of her…

Timmi couldn’t figure out what entailed, especially now that she was so busy.

 ***

Bobbie already knew that there was gonna be a problem. Zoe’s SUV was parked in the driveway in that perfect spot that didn’t allow Faye to park. Settling against the curb, They got out of the car and walked up to her house, not expecting much of anything to happen.

The music was loud, but wrong.

I’m so fancy, everybody knows
            I’m in the fast lane… From L.A. to Tokyo…

Faye suppressed a laugh as she rang the doorbell.

The blonde girl that was obviously the other girl from the pictures opened the door and smiled brightly.

“Hi!” She exclaimed. “Cupcake girl. Wow, I like your blue streak. Kimmie!” Zoe launched into a hug that nearly bowled Kim over. “You’re so rad.” She pouted, “I liked your little picture in the bathroom better than mine.”

“EEEE! Faye” Timmi charged through the door and threw Faye off balance, forcing him to grab her tightly and fling himself forward. Seeing her chance, Timmi brought her lips to Faye’s.

Bobbie shot a distasteful look.

Timmi giggled. “The mustache tickles.. Ooh, you can grow it out and wax the ends and…”

Faye thought of Jeb, oh, hell no.

“Faye?” Zoe asked, shooting upwards.

“You’re a boy again? But you were so pretty.”

Zoe looked at him. “But you’re cute now, though.” Zoe rushed in to take up the arm that Timmi wasn’t occupying.

Faye couldn’t hide his response. Not in a moment like this.

“C’mon in.” Zoe said, jumping away from Faye and entering the house.

 ***

Wow, Faye turned sooo red when Zoe jumped on him. His cock felt so warm. She tingled all over when she thought about how it moved and throbbed. Timmi closed her eyes dreamily.

             “We just came by to grab…” Bobbie looked at Zoe, then Faye, then Timmi. “Her.”

  “Timmi, why did you…?”

“Who’s Timmi?” Zoe asked.

“Never mind.” Faye said. “It’s confusing.”

“I worry, Timmi. We just came by to come get you and…”

“Jeez, Bobbie! Can’t I have any fun?” Timmi exclaimed. Ugh! Bobbie’s being a wet blanket again. Timmi’s patience was wearing thin, She remembered how they used to always have a good time, but lately she’s been like her mom. It was starting to get a little old.

Bobbie got to go to the mountains, and do that photo shoot, and she got to… The list went on and on, it just seemed so unfair of Bobbie to do those things only to turn around and tell her that she shouldn’t do them. It just seemed hippo… hypo….

Unfair and stupid.

“We were ditching. We went to that ramp place and painted it some. I just wanted to see what she would be like. Rach was cool, but she got all mad.” Timmi brightened. “But I thought that if I told her, she might like it. It’s totes amazeballs to have instant friends like that.”

Bobbie gave a stern look over her shoulder.

“What?” Timmi defended. “You got to do cool stuff. It’s not like I’m fucking everyone.”

Bobbie looked hurt, but she had to agree. Timmi hadn’t indulged as much as she had. But that was a sheer matter of time. The sudden burst of profanity was as shocking as it was sudden.

“Hey, Bobbie.” Kim stated, removing her sunglasses. “Ease up. Don’t know what’s making that thread shorter. Less stress is better.”

“Thanks, Kim.” Timmi tried for an awkward hug in the back seat. “I know you have a lot on your plate now, but that’s all the more reason to cut loose and have some fun.” She tried to raise her arms and wiggle in the mating dance of the ‘Woo girl’.

Bobbie couldn’t stop worrying about what would happen to her boyfriend. It would be one thing to lose him to another blonde.

But not like this.

 ***

Nick was about to throw the book across the room. There’s got to be an easier way.

The computer sat on the desk.  God, you can buy drugs online now if you…

He slapped at his own forehead. Man, I need some sleep. Within minutes, Nick was searching for that easier way in the easiest way possible. Installation of a Deep Web browser and ramping up the antivirus to the highest level of protection later, Nick was looking for answers.

When the door opened, he didn’t notice.

“Hi, Nick.” Bobbie said, jolting his gaze from the screen.

“Oh, hi. Hi, Faye.” Nick forced a smile. “Package came for you.” Nick passed over the parcel.

“Playboy?” Timmi suddenly looked excited. She tore the envelope open and looked at Bobbie excitedly. Moving her lips as she read Timmi started shaking.

“They want me tomorrow?!” Blonde hair began flying as she started jumping up and down. Bobbie took the letter and turned to look at Faye.

Faye grabbed the letter and read, eyes scanning left to right. “Oh, fuck.”

Timmi had the small rectangle open and looked inside. That ear puncturing shriek returned as she spread out the thin straps.

Calling it a bikini was giving it hell of a lot of credit. The ‘top’ consisted of  two vertical ellipses connected by straps that could have passed for fettucine. One ellipse, even thinner than the others made up the bottom, connected by a loop of some other, smaller and more fragile pasta. The white color odd when its purity was to be worn by someone definitely not ever meant to be pure.

“This is so cool.” Timmi felt the smooth straps between her fingertips.

“Well Bobbie?” Faye said.

Nick looked at the collected people, he turned his monitor off and got up. “I’ve got some scans running. I’m gonna catch a shower before it gets crowded in there.” He went to the bedroom, hoping that the usual background roar would return from the cacophony that now existed.

“Bobbie.” Faye hissed through his teeth. “Calendar shoot? Part of the contract?”

Bobbie sighed. “Yeah, well, you’re still getting paid.” She looked at Timmi. “And you didn’t have to do any of the work.”

“I’m going to the beach? This is so cool.” She had the phone out and was tapping away. Bobbie and Faye looked at each other.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this.” The voices reached Timmi in unison.

Timmi looked up from the phone and giggled.

“Ooh, can we watch Star Wars? I like Jar Jar.”

Faye laughed, while Bobbie showed concern.

Chapter 84

Tap tap tap tap tap tap.

Timmi’s dream of skiing on pink snow was interrupted by the rhythmic sound. She woke and moved her ponytail out of the way.

Tap taptap…

Sliding the window open, Timmi saw Zoe standing there. Bright eyes and a bright smile greeted her. An excited wave followed.

“What…” Timmi’s sleep fog was thicker than usual.

“Come on, it’s still early.” Zoe whispered. “I parked up the block. Let’s GO…” The pleading continued.

Suddenly Timmi popped her eyes open and gasped. “I have that shoot today at the beach.”

“Beach?” Zoe said, perking up even more. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

She then pouted. “I don’t have a swimsuit.”

“That’s okay. I’ve got plenty.” Timmi threw some things into the teddy bear backpack and started to change into some jeans and a t shirt. She snuck out without showering, which kind of sucked, but the ocean would totally make up for it.

The warm late spring morning kept the silence that only existed at four in the morning in an almost solid state as the two girls made their way to the motorcycle that she mentioned.”

“Early graduation gift.” Zoe whispered.

“Why are you still whispering?” Timmi asked.

“I don’t know.” Zoe continued, then giggled.

This is gonna be so fun. Sneaking out, riding motorcycles. Thoughts turned to the beach and the pictures they were going to take. They’re all gonna stare, and I get to go on an awesome ride. She’d never been on the back on a motorcycle before.

The Vespa… we could ride it all day… Timmi’s eyes clouded over.  I get to ride on the back now.

“One thing before we go, Okay?” Timmi asked, still giggling a little. Excited by what was about to happen.

“Sure, wha…” Timmi grabbed Zoe and kissed her again. She didn’t know when Rach’s wore off, and just wanted to make sure that her single serving friend dripped over into another cup.

“What was that for?” Zoe asked smiling. “It’s the elbows, huh?”

The red and black Kawasaki started quietly as both girls donned their helmets and headed off to the beach. Timmi’s backpack flapping its teddy bear arms in the rapidly dawning day.

So THAT’S why Bobbie likes it back here so much. It was different from when Faye drove the Vespa that first night.  Hugging onto Zoe was almost the same.

Almost.

Timmi could; however, have done without the hair whipping her in the face.

 ***

Bobbie knew something was wrong. The draft from outside was unfamiliar, the chilled taint brought the smells of fresh nature inside.

The hallway had the light cast on the wall opposite the bedroom door.

It was open.

A quick check confirmed her fears. Gone.

Timmi’s gone again.

 ***

Faye rolled over and grabbed the vibrating offender and flipped it open.

Gone again. She there?

“Shit, I wish.” He murmured.

No.  I’ll be there.

No. Open the bakery. I’ll find her.

Got something else to do anyway.

 ***

The ringtone blasted its electric guitar at Kim while it tried to vibrate off of the nightstand. She ran back in from the bathroom, holding the roll in place. It was tighter than she had gotten it yesterday. One of those new pins she got from Heather was holding in it. She liked the stiffer metal, although the weird end proved a little difficult to get in.

“Yeah.” Kim bent down in her pink pencil skirt. How does Heather have the right wardrobe for everything?

If anything, that’s the real magic here.

“She’s off again. She had a shoot today. Maybe they sent a car, but I don’t think so. Her backpack’s gone, and everything else.”

“Look, Timmi’s not gonna miss a shoot. Hell, even I’m starting to think it sounds fun. Maybe she just got a ride.”

“Yeah.” Bobbie sighed. “Maybe. I think you should come with me today.”

“Come with you?”

“We need to see Roxx, I…” Bobbie hesitated. “I don’t wanna go alone.”

“Fine, I’ll call Heather. I am not taking the bus down there.”

“Huh?”

“Not in these heels.”

 ***

Zoe and Timmi were in a parking lot trying to tame the wind’s effects on their hair. The hot coffee in their hands keeping them present as they sipped at the morning’s dose of caffeine.

“Stacy and I talked and hung out and stuff. It was just rad apples. She didn’t want to be mean. She missed me, wanted to share it with me it was just that she remembered Darla and was so upset when she died… A lot of weird stuff happened back then.”

“Weird stuff happens all the time.”

“True.” Zoe sipped. “But we talked about what it was like to be a cheerleader and stuff. Sounded totes fun, kinda wish I could have tried it.”

“Gimme a ‘Z’” Zoe held her cup aloft, then giggled. “It was just cool to have a sister that wasn’t trying to bite my head off for a minute.” She giggled, bringing the cup back down.

“Yeah, but would Zoe Keebler be so cool?” Timmi grinned, eyes gleaming.

Zoe smiled that wonderful evil smile of hers. “Nah, you’re probably right. Drink up, princess.” Timmi giggled at being called Princess. “Still got a bit of a ride ahead of us. The beach awaits. Sun, Fun, and Swimsuits.”

“Yay.” Timmi said, gulping in earnest.

 ***

Heather dropped Kim and Bobbie around the corner, she threatened to go home to retrieve her overlocker with the express purpose of bashing the redhead’s face in. They got out, preferring to walk and prevent the violent outcome. Vesuvius loomed in front of them. There were construction workers headed in and out, while a provisions truck was parked out front. “I’ll be back, just message me.” Heather took off, planning to stay close.

Two slabs of beef stood at the door. They looked related, or just similarly scary.

One had a nametag that said ‘Kostya’, and the other one the bore ‘Mikhail’.

“Help you?” The Russian accent was nearly stifling.

Here goes. Come on Tarkovsky, don’t fail me now.

“Preevyet, Dobra deyn…” Bobbie smiled. Kim turned to look, puzzled.

“Roxx?” Bobbie asked with questioning eyes.

“Roxx, da.” Kostya saw two girls that could have been new dancers, with a gesture, he told Mikhail to move them along.

“Where’d you…?” Kim asked wide eyed.

“Movies, books… Remember, Russians used to be the bad guys.” She looked up at Kostya. “For a completely different reason.”

 He led the two girls to a booth on the lower floor where Roxx sat, looking at plans spread out on a table. Another slab of beef sat at the booth with her. No nametag on this one, he was different than the others.

Aged Beef.

“Roxx.” Mikhail said. The redhead looked up and her jaw dropped a little, but was forced into a smile.

“Robb, Kim.” A grin broke out on her face. Roxx sat at the center of her web, not a hair out of place, but her eyes told a different story… tired.

“It’s Bobbie.”

“Yeah?” Roxx asked, lighting a cigarette. “Not to me.”

“Then fine, cut the shit, Mel?’

“Are you trying to get a rise out of me, Robb?” Roxx clinked her Zippo closed and set it down on the table.

“No, actually. I need your help.”

Roxx laughed. “Kim, love the new style. You ever need a job.”

Kim snorted, pulling out one of her own cigarettes and screwed one into the holder. “Yeah. Handjob, blowjob. Fuck no.”

“Mel.” Bobbie repeated, a growl creeping into her voice.

“Fine,” Roxx waved and the two accompanying slabs of beef went away. “Come on.”

Roxx got up and walked towards them. “I’ve got the whole thing here. I don’t need to do anything. They all come to me now.” Roxx led them past the mechanical volcano to a stairwell that went up.

There were plastic sheets everywhere, sawhorses and tools scattered. Parts of the old walls were still there, blackened. Bobbie shuddered as she saw corruption everywhere. A slight chill made her think of Lust’s hospital. God, those two are a pair.

“This is where the meth lab blew back in 07. Big Bazza never could recover from this, got out and sold the place. Still not sure if he’s still here or not. No one wanted to spend the money up here. Till now. Managed to make a lot of scratch lately. Lust’s little gift has been great for me. Don’t even need to skim the skim. All these renovations? My idea.”

“Gotta say thanks, Robb. All those fucking movies of yours. Showed me what criminals do right.”

“And what they do wrong. All these lowlives trying to get a shot at….”Roxx’s smile vanished abruptly before continuing.. “I’m monologuing aren’t I?” The tip of her cigarette glowed as she inhaled.

“You’re wasting your time here.” Kim said. “Let’s go, Heather’s waiting.”

“Look, Mel.”

“It’s Roxx now. Just Roxx. Like McLovin.” Roxx laughed louder.

“This isn’t about me and you.” Bobbie harshly rasped.

“Isn’t everything?” Roxx’s beautiful/terrible smile returned.

“Mel.” Bobbie growled. Mikhail and Kostya reappeared behind them.

“Come back another time, when we’re open.” She gestured at Mikhail and Kostya. “I’ll let ‘em know you’re okay. I need to think of what I’m gonna want in return.  But before you go.”

“How much for a pastry selection? The VIP lounge needs something. I was thinking cheesecake, petit fors, stuff like that. These gentlemen prefer the finer things.”

Bobbie leveled a finger at Roxx as she turned away.

“We’ll be back. And probably about two hundred.” Bobbie threw out the line and the price quote without thinking.

“Doesn’t work. I’ve got the Terminators. Friday good for delivery?”

Fuck, I’m sorry I made that bitch watch so many movies.

            “Send someone.” Bobbie smiled. “We don’t insure.”

 ***

Faye stared at his phone. The picture just came through. That was Zoe alright, right next to Timmi in an apparent cleavage duel. The motorcycle was new, and Faye suddenly found himself fearing for the safety of the two.

When the door chime sounded, he jumped up and pocketed his phone. “Welcome to…. Oh, thought it was someone important.”

Bobbie wrinkled her nose.

“Found her. I think.” Faye held up the phone. “Still with Zoe. I swear that girl is a ninja at sneaking out. Looks like they’re on their way to the shoot. They’ll be fine.” Faye reassured, leaving out the motorcycle. No need getting her any more worried than she already was.

“We went to see Roxx.”

“Without me?” Faye was indignant.

“Yes, without you. We’re gonna have to go back, when she’s open. She wants to deal.”

“Jesus fuck, Sounds like she wants to be Lust when she grows up.”

“We’ll just go back at night, when they’re open. She’s holding all the cards here.”

Bobbie grabbed a cookie and bit into it.

“And I fucking hate it.”

 Chapter 84

Parking was easy to find this early, especially for a small motorcycle. Timmi and Zoe knew that they had gotten there before anyone else. Watching the sun come up as the coffee wore off made the day have a shimmery, dreamlike quality.

Like I kissed the world.

They sat on a towel, watching the golden light reflect and refract off of the immense body of water. Tiny motions made tiny rainbows sparkle and dance. The girls felt at home in their place in the universe, and the day was filled with promise.

“Y’know? Even though, it’s over. The whole high school thing?”

“Yeah?” Timmi said, looking out at the vast expanse of ocean.

“I enjoyed it.  I got to be bad, and not get in too much trouble. That’s all over once I get that stupid piece of paper.”

“Then what’re ya gonna do?”

Timmi shrugged. “I dunno. Never thought about it. All that stuff happened and…”

“Yeah. What was graduating like the first time?”

Timmi shrugged, making  footprints in the sand. She paused before shrugging. “I dunno… didn’t.”

“Huh… I guess you’re right. Just enjoy what you can when you can. Sun doesn’t shine up the same dog’s ass every day.” Both girls burst into laughter, trying to picture such an unusual occurance

By the time the photographers and models started to show up, Timmi and Zoe both were excited by a day full of promise.

 ***

With Timmi… safe? With Zoe? Bobbie and Kim helped Faye close up the bakery and get out of the cramped area. They grabbed some sandwiches from the deli and headed to a park that could only be described as Slacker’s cove for adults. Bobbie looked at the patches of dying grass.

“We should use some lemon zest for that part of the cake…”

“What?” Kim asked, biting into her Reuben on marble Rye.

“Nothing.” Bobbie said distantly.

“Y’know, you need to lighten up. When’s the last time you went out? Did anything.”

“Been a little preoccupied.” Bobbie popped open her Mello Yello.

“Yeah.” Faye agreed, the crab salad sandwich brought a thickness to his voice.

“But you still need to de stress or something. You wind up any tighter and…” He made an explosive gesture with his other hand.

“Big Daddy Kane!! What’s up?” A loud voice boomed. Faye recognized him as one of the guys from the basketball court, also as one of the guys that stopped him from removing Brickhaus’ spleen.

He tried to sit down, which did not sit well with Kim.

“I will fucking cut you.”

“Easy.”He held up his hand in a defensive gesture.

“See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright.” He disappeared.

“That’s what I’m talking about.” Faye gestured in the direction basketball guy was disappearing into, “You need to do something that doesn’t require an oven.”

“Or butter or sugar.” Kim offered.

Bobbie swallowed her roast beef sandwich with cream cheese and pepperonicis.

“You’re right. What’s playing?”

Kim rolled her eyes. “See? That’s just what I’m talking about, you need to…” Kim snapped her fingers. “I got it.” Fifteen seconds of furious tapping later, she looked up at Faye.

“Faye, we need to go to Heather’s.” She turned to Bobbie.

“We’re going skating.”

 ***

Timmi was sooooo bored when the photographers finally all set up. If Zoe hadn’t been there…

Zoe was totally cool to talk to, it was like what Timmi imagined having a sister would be like… sister. She shook the sad thought out of her head and focused on what was going on. The ride with Zoe was super awesome, why  couldn’t I just be like this before? Before. Those thoughts were a jumble of random stuff that took a back seat to the thrill of being stared at and looked upon with…

Lust.                                                              

There were some guys running around, setting up lights, unfolding bounce boards, and organizing the props. Timmi already could see the pictures in her head; Blonde hair trailing in the wind, the light perfectly capturing her tanned skin.

Timmi was excited that she was going to get to wear that swimsuit. It was so tiny and so cute, that just the thought of wearing it and having people take her picture made her giddy. Faye’s gonna love these pictures. Maybe I can just wear it for him later. A fluttery giggle escaped into the world.

When the tents were set up, Timmi nearly knocked one of the technicians over in an attempt to get changed. The tiny white swimsuit consumed all of her thoughts. Thoughts of the fabric caressing her, followed by thoughts of Faye caressing those same parts as he peeled it off of her slowly and teasingly. Her whole body bristled with response.

She couldn’t wait.

 ***

The other girls were showing up, and soon Zoe became lost in the crowd of blonde hair. The two brunettes stayed together as if ancient edict decreed it. There was chaos as 14 girls ran around trying to get changed and lined up for the stylist.

“You.” A voice said at Zoe.

“Hmmm.” She looked up to see someone blocking her sun, thus ruining the perfect tan she was working on.

“You gonna get in line for the stylist, or you just gonna have ‘em shoot you like this?”

“I…” Zoe began.

The guy ran a hand over his face. “Just get in line.”

Zoe got up, confused, but was happy to stand in line with Timmi while the other girls got pretty. She wondered if this was the kind of thing that Stacy did, she’d be totes jealous, this has to be better than one of those spa days of hers.

Ooh, maybe we can do that next time.

 ***

“You sure you want the quad skates?” Kim asked one last time before stripping off her shoes.

“Yeah.” Bobbie said. “Never got the hang of blades.” She looked at the massive ‘Timmi’ painted on the bottom of the ramp. Then she recognized Zoe’s tag on the leeward side of the ramp. She smiled, Timmi was just having some fun, can’t begrudge that…

Now can I?

Kim laughed, then hung her mouth open. She looked to Faye. “Y’know, I sometimes forget how old you are.” She tied a yellow headscarf around her head, covering her ears and keeping her hair in place.

“Fuck you.” Both Faye and Bobbie said in unison, then looked at each other.

And broke into laughter.

“Is this some kind of Generation X joke?” Kim asked.

“Maybe, but you’d be too young to get it.” Faye said evenly.

Bobbie had the skates laced up and started rolling slowly. Kim in her blades wasted no time in climbing the ramp. Using nothing but her momentum, Kim was at the top of the vert, looking down.

“Wow, she really did a big one. Bobbie, you should see it from up here.”

Faye grabbed the skateboard he’d brought with him and climbed to where Kim was.

“Have some fun, dammit. No circling the kiddie pool.” Kim taunted.

“Yeah, Bobbie. None of the cool kids are doing it.”

“What is that?” Bobbie smiled. “Inverse hipster logic.”

“If it fits.” Kim said. “Look out below!” Kim launched herself down the ramp.

I bet she was thankful she changed into jeans before coming here, Bobbie absently thought. Pushing off with her left foot, she narrowly missed Kim’s speeding bullet. She came around in time to see Faye push off and careen down the ramp.

Kim’s blades lost sound as they left the ramp, clearing nearly four feet. She turned midair and brought her skates down, perfectly landing and sending her back the way she came. Bobbie came around in time to see Faye land his board back on the ramp.

Bobbie cleared her mind and pushed harder, gaining speed. The old quad skates felt solid under her feet as she hit the curve of the vert. She turned and broke into a run, climbing higher on the opposite wall. After two more runs, Bobbie had reached the top.

Timmi. The huge pink letters stood out like a landing beacon against the black of the ramp. Seeing Zoe’s tag made her laugh and lose focus for a second, almost  coming down on one knee. The recovery left her shaky, but undeterred.

She got to the top of the ramp and elected to sit there for a second, allowing the adrenaline in her system to even out. Dangling her legs over the side of  the ramp, Faye and Kim soon joined her.

Faye whistled. “Man some of the skater punks are gonna be pissed.”

“Between Zoe and Timmi…”

Kim laughed. “I can only imagine what that’s gonna sound like. Timm-ah!”

Bobbie shot a look. “I hope he’s gonna be okay.”

“She’s fine.” Faye said. “Look, we’ve gotta take this as it is. Not how we want it to be. Honestly, I’ve kind of enjoyed the basketball.”

“And the other balls, too.” Kim said, launching into another high speed run.

“You told her?”

“No.” Faye said. “She figured it out. Personally, I can’t wait to get back in there. I don’t like this reading thing you do… we do….” Faye pushed off and chased after Kim.

I can’t wait for that, either. Bobbie jumped down and started the first of several laps.

 ***

“Faye,” A slow sounding drawl came around. “Hi.” A willowy blonde girl was smiling at Timmi as she sat in the stylist’s chair.

“It’s me.” Luka removed her hat. “Luka. You didn’t forget me now that you’re all famous now, did you?”

“Oh.” Timmi brightened, waving. “Hi.” I like her hat. Timmi was happy to see someone else knew her. She was just so tall and pretty, the sexy sound of her low slow speech coated her ears like barbecue sauce over tender, ribs.

“I still have that air mattress, wanna ride home?”

Oooh, I wonder what she would be like? She’s already blonde and pretty, I bet she would be really cool.

“Sounds like fun!” Timmi said. She thought for a second, like she was missing something.

“Oh, shoot.” Timmi said. “I have Zoe with me.” She pointed at the chair where Zoe sat, people buzzing around her.

“I can give her a ride, too.” Luka tilted her head downward.

Timmi giggled.

I bet she had fun with Bobbie, too. Everything was just totes rad, people waiting on her, the warmth of the sun and the spray of the beach…

Timmi decided that she was going to enjoy this every bit as much as Bobbie had.

 ***

Zoe was enjoying being pampered and stuff. The hairspray and makeup mixed into a sweet, flowery aroma that tickled at her nose. An older girl was sliding thick gold bangles on her tiny wrists. Just relaxing and letting everyone else do the work. Sure beats causing trouble all the time. It was so cool how Faye got to do all this stuff all the time, like she gets to be different people.

Just like me.

Wow, how different everything was when she was around. Like that time she dressed up in that spacesuit thing, or when she decided to dress all army like when she went to pick up that silly game everyone played.

            Everyone got all rowdy. Zoe remembered that evening, the group of midnight release partiers took far more notice than she would have been comfortable with

“Still have to get those earrings in, we still on schedule?” Bracelet girl looked up to the hairstylist.

“Yeah, her hair’s kinda thick, slicking it down a little. Gonna take a little longer, but…” The stylist started to draw a part along the left side of her head.

Zoe got lost, all of her muscles relaxing. She wondered how it would have been to do this with Stacy. Parties and boys and…

It was strange thinking those things now, and so suddenly, too. That’s some kiss, I wonder if she’ll let me do this again. There was a pout and a lamentation as she knew this would end.

But it didn’t have to end forever.

Totes fun.

 ***

Roxx was enjoying the bagging process more now. Figuring out the last of Lust’s gifts gave her a sense of confidence and pride. Even leaving Bobbie out there to stew didn’t bother her at all.

It had been a busy time, planning construction, ordering a sign. Hell, looking for another famous volcano was challenging. But she had done it.

Krakatoa, an explosion so large that dust from it was still in the air.

That’s what thralls do best.

Picking up some Russian words, getting Nikki to hire some more muscle to protect Bogdan and Yevgeniy’s investment, not to mention her own shapely ass. It had been a busy week.

She had decided to play up the Russian Connection, it would keep other crime elements at bay if they thought she was highly connected.

No reason for them to think otherwise.

While looking for things online, she experienced the phenomenon that Robb had called ‘falling down the rabbit hole’.

When some things caught her eye. Things that wouldn’t have seemed out of place before. But this whole thing with Lust and Robb had to be magic. It turned out that the internet was full of things besides porn.

There was an account of a seventeenth century monk who was driven mad by a ‘female spectre’ that tormented him until he was reduced to a shell of himself and eventually died of a wasting sickness.

That sounds like Lust alright. Roxx decided that the rabbit hole could be a useful place.

With the knowledge of that little tidbit, Roxx knew that it would be easy to find more.

I just need a geek.

And in a town like Delacroix?

Not hard at all… Well, not yet anyway.

 ***

Timmi set her coke down and looked out across the water. She arched her back, thrusting out the breasts she had come to love. The tiny ellipses strained to keep Timmi contained while the bottom stretched around her tender womanhood pleasingly. She like how the white of the suit contrasted with the lightly tanned skin.

“Now reach out with scarf.” The voice said, the rapid fire clicking was nearly drowned out by the pounding surf. The wind took her hair and the scarf and made them trail backwards. The gold bangles on her wrist caught the light in just the right way. Through the excitement of being photographed, Timmi only had one small, unrelated thought.

Lensflare.

“Beautiful!” He said, bringing his face from behind the camera. “Now can we get a couple with the beach ball?”

Timmi, smiling cutely over her shoulder obliged.  He kept shooting for some reason.

The Cyclops photographer was mesmerized by how her body was just begging the lens to capture the lovely images. The flawless, light tan skin with its supple curves bending just so. The beach ball beckoned, but she saw the craft services table.

“Where are you going?” clickclickclickclick.

Timmi didn’t hear as she saw it. There was a dish of candy at one end of the table. So many colors, leaving Timmi to wonder what the bowl of sweets could possible desire. Everything, according to the colors. Timmi giggled as she grabbed the lollipop. It was hot pink, shot through with blue streaks. She wanted to run and show Zoe how much it looked like the letters that she painted on the ramp.

But it looked like she was busy.

 ***

Zoe was having fun; it was like playing Simon Says. Turn here, raise your hands, look up, pucker.

Stacy would like this, too. Like when she told her about the time they dropped Katy Woodruff from the pyramid. Zoe smiled as she thought of how funny that would be.

Clickclickclickclick…

Bonk!

The beach ball had bounced off of her head and sailed into the water. She turned quickly, noticing that not one but two photographers were tracking them like sentry guns in search of xenomorphs.

“Faye!” Zoe yelled, running into the water to splash water upwards. Timmi threw up her hands defensively, unable to catch the water. The beach ball followed, bouncing off of Timmi’s defensive gesture.

Timmi bent down and splashed, Zoe turned quickly…

 ***

At the photographer’s behest, there were pictures being taken in the water with all of them splashing each other.

The lead photog was changing cameras when he finally counted the girls.

“Where’d the other girl come from?”

An intern with a clipboard looked at the roster and then out to the water.  “Who?”

“Other girl, there.” The photog pointed.

“The one next to the blonde…” The puzzled look persisted. “With the beach ball.”

“Next to microkini.”

Intern squinted. “Gotta be honest. Having a hard time telling them all apart.”

“Purple bikini.”

 ***

Zoe lived in bullet time. Everything hung in just such a wonderful way, droplets reforming into perfect diamonds of hardened time. Hanging out with Faye was just the answer, she couldn’t remember having this much fun with her.

Spending time with her sister like she used to, talking about nothing… everything. The other girls had all come into the water. They were happily splashing each other.

Being a delicate, feminine creature was just sublime. Zoe lamented that it would end, Faye had explained that much. But…

Faye’s right, it is totes fun.

The light bounced off of the mylar covered boards and the bangles on her wrists. The easy breeze swung the curtain of blonde hair behind her as she gazed upwards through the large amber lenses. Zoe luxuriated in the thrill of being photographed. If anything else ever happened in this life, at least there’d be a record of me looking damn good.

“God, that’s  a great shot, now look at the camera, give us a kiss.” The photographer was kneeling, twisting the camera for a good long shot that showcased the shapely legs and narrow waist.  Jesus, this calendar is going to be so hot.

Zoe was smiling wider than Timmi had ever seen, probably more than Faye. Timmi wondered how she would get along with the Joker. Standing in the warm sun while the ocean breeze tugged at her hair, Zoe felt content. Her hard edges softened, and why wouldn’t they? The light wind seemed to slow, then to stop.

I’m pretty, everyone’s been so nice. Zoe began the mammoth process of wondering why it couldn’t have been like this the whole time. When Timmi started splashing her, the cold water was such a shock her skin became gooseflesh instantly. Zoe squealed happily as she shielded herself from the icy onslaught. The giggling turned to frolicking.

While the cameras continued shooting what looked like magical innocence at play. The broad smiles genuine, and the facial expressions full of whimsy. They were standing together when a different photographer approached them. Timmi had been twirling the lollipop in her mouth, savoring the tart and tangy flavor .

“Who are you? How did you get here?”

“She came with me.” Timmi said, removing the oversized pink and blue orb from her mouth.

“Yeah.” Zoe said. “That guy told me to get in line, started telling me what to do and stuff…” Zoe was still pointing after one of the interns as he ran back to the main tent.

He rubbed his face with his hands. “We can cut you out of most of them, we can ditch the solo shots.” He sighed. “Someone’s gonna get fired over this.”

An intern came by with a contract. “What’s your name?”

“Z” Zoe said with a titter.

The intern paused with his pen. “Zee, I…E…?’

“No.” Zoe’s giggle returned again. She grabbed the pen and started to draw a quick, looping ‘Z’ that started at the bottom of the release and crawled all the way up to the halfway point of the paper.

The intern looked at girls, shrugged. He held the paper aloft and started running back to the lead photographer.

Once the excitement was over Timmi looked over at Zoe.

“Zee?” she giggled.

Zoe shrugged a perfect, slender shoulder. “No one will ever know.”

She winked at Timmi. “It’ll be our secret.”

As he made his way back, the photographer couldn’t remember the new girl’s name for the life of him. Squinting at the contract he made out some letters… Z…O….E…. hmmm ZOE… ah, got it.

***

Bobbie was suspended in midair, time slowed to a crawl. Turn, crouch, put your feet down. The rewarding feel of the wheels making contact with the ramp as she crouched and allowed the g forces to push her down onto the ramp. Allowing herself to slow, Bobbie turned and stopped at the center of the ramp.

Right on top of Timmi’s dotted ‘I’.

“Damn, Bobbie. That was…” Kim said, surprised.

“Fucking high.” Faye finished.

Bobbie laughed, the smile opening up her face.

“You don’t smile enough.” Faye said. He reached out and grabbed her chin. “And you have such a pretty face.”

Kim broke into another bout of laughter.

“And you should talk. Miss suddenly became…”

Kim looked up at them and grew solemn.

“I remember Robb’s poster.” Bobbie opened her mouth to speak.

“Yeah, I know.” Kim cut her off. “But, I just can’t think of you like that anymore. That’s just the point though. You completely reinvented yourself, and you became somebody awesome. Faye did it. Seems to me that ol’ Miss Page was one of us, and if she wasn’t… well. If you’re gonna have style, steal. And, if you’re gonna steal…”

“Steal from the best.” Kim straightened her bangs over her forehead. Bobbie laughed.”It does look good on you.”

“The smile, I mean.”

Faye looked at his friends, especially Bobbie. The last month had turned her life upside down… twice. But it all seemed worth it for this second with Bobbie smiling, coated in a sheen of perspiration.

“Yeah.” Bobbie admitted. “Kimster was right. Needed to get out, Tim’ll be fine. I just worry. It always seems like the second I get comfortable, shwiiiiit! Out comes the rug.”

Kim was removing the skates while Faye was pulling out a bottle of grape Gatorade.

“I just hope they’re gonna be okay.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry. Those guys have probably fed her ego all day.” A long gulp, followed by a series of short swallows.

 ***

Timmi had soooooo much fun today, it was like they were just trying to feed her ego all day. And the way Zoe confused the silly camera guys… Zee, haha no one will ever guess that one.

And this girl with the cowboy hat…Luka? Hmmm, I wonder if she lives on the second floor. She seemed really cool. And superpretty. Just like me and Zoe and Bobbie and….

Hanging around on the beach with pretty people may have been the most totes fun thing ever. There was no way that anything else would ever be this cool again. The motorcycle, and now Luka.

It was really cool to see Luka, she obvs knew Faye from that weird time when she was Bobbie and Bobbie was Faye back before…..

Well, knowing whatever it was that Faye did with her when she was Bobbie would be cool. While riding on the back of Zoe’s bike was fun, maybe this ride would be more fun.

At least she’d get the answers she wanted.

“Zoe, Luka wanted to give me a ride. You can ride with us if you…”

“Nah.” Zoe said. “I’ll just follow you guys.”

“Awesome.” Timmi said. “See you back home?”

“Sure.”

Timmi hugged Zoe and watched her walk away. She saw Luka’s hat sitting above the crowd and she made her way to see her. Now, what did Bobbie do? There was a girlish glee and a special warmth in her nethers as she anticipated the answer.

 ***

Zoe was kind of happy that Faye had gotten the ride from that other girl. She was feeling tired, it was sharp and sudden. Getting back would be a priority soon, there was school in the morning and….

Well, better get a move on…

Zoe twisted the motorcycle’s accelerator and sped back towards Delacroix. It was a nice ride back. The wind on her face, life streaking by in a panoply of colors. The only detraction came in the form of tiredness. She had been up since early that morning and the day’s activities, as fun as they were, took a huge toll on the girl’s constitution.

 ***

“Ohmigod, this car is so cute. I like the front.” It looked a little like an orange alien frog to Timmi.

“Gets me around.” Luka shrugged, smiling. “Go on… get in. I won’t bite.”

“You do that.” She chuckled as she ducked into the Karmann Ghia’s driver seat. Timmi demurely got in and got comfortable.

As the engine rumbled to life and a song about finding big nuggets in a rugged wilderness began to play. Timmi looked over her shoulder and saw Zoe depart in a flash of red lights and blonde hair. She swung into the car.

Luka turned and smiled at Timmi. “Wanna see the lights again?”

Again? Bobbie. “Sure.”

Luka turned up the radio and started to drive away from the sea and sky. The Ghia sent sand spitting away from her tires as she turned onto the road.

 ***

Zoe was still reveling in the freedom of the wind passing her face as she put the kickstand down. Hanging out with Faye was fun, especially like this. She yawned, tiredness creeping into her eyes. She was thankful that the she was already back in town, further thankful that she didn’t have the extra weight on the back. Thoughts of her next ‘blonde field trip’ began to form while she smiled and wondered what they would do next time.

Zoe pulled off the helmet and smoothed her hair down and walked into Daily Grind, knowing that just a small dose of the life giving elixir known as coffee would be enough to get her home.

She stopped at the darkened glass of the front bay windows and entered. Taking her place in the line, she looked at the menuboard and decided what flavor poison she would be imbibing tonight.

A bump on her left shoulder made her turn quickly.

“Sorry,” The invader said. Zoe turned to look and…

Stacy.

“God, I’m tired. Aren’t you in my Econ class?”

Zoe realized that Stacy didn’t recognize her at all. We can be friends for a minute? The forbidden thought was precious in its own right.

She shook her head.

“Love the top. I have that same one. God, I need to do laundry. These all nighters are gonna kill me. Finals, right? Although you don’t look tired in the least. What’s your secret?”

“Cheating. Works every time.” Zoe said. Stacy burst out into loud laughter.

“Jesus, that’s funny. Stacy Keebler.” Stacy held out her hand.

Zoe shook her hand and smiled. Huh, imagine that…

“Z…” Zoe hesitated. “Zia.”

***

            Well I never felt more like crying all night
Cause everything's wrong and nothing ain't right
Without you you got me singing the blues

Luka was singing along with Marty Robbins. She was surprised that Timmi was swaying her head with the music. When Patsy Cline came on, Timmi started to sing along as well.

“I know this one…” Timmi said.

Blue, oh so lonesome for you…

Luka smiled. Faye’s always fun, if a bit unpredictable.

The car trundled along in the night moving from one deserted road to another, finally coming to a rest atop the plateau that afforded the wonderfully panoramic view of Delacroix. Timmi got her phone out and started snapping pictures.

“Wow.” She said, looking at those far off points of light. The swell of the music made Timmi giddy as Luka wandered up and soon had an arm around her shoulders.

There was a joint in her hand. “Still under that contract thing?”

Weed…  another timeless memory. Whatever.

“Contract?” Timmi stared at the joint. “Who cares? I won’t tell anyone if you won’t.” Luka smiled as she lit  a match with her thumbnail.

 ***

Faye had the bacon cooling while Bobbie and Beth mixed the batters and frostings.

“Looks like we’re all finished. We have gotten so good at this.” Bobbie looked satisfied as she surveyed her kingdom of sugar and flour.

“Yeah.” Beth said. “And I should have all the figures done just in time to deliver the cake.”

“Awesome.” Faye said. He jumped like something scared him. Bobbie furrowed her eyebrows and watched him fumble with his phone.

“Great.” Bobbie heard him mutter. Bobbie moved in closer.

The picture showed the beautiful distant galaxy that was Delacroix. Flipping through the pics, Faye and Bobbie caught something anomalous in the background.

A pink cowboy hat… Luka.

“Shit.” Faye said

“Fuck.” Bobbie said, they looked at each other.

“Luka.” They said in unison.

“Hmmm?” Beth asked, drying her hands.

“Nothing, we’re gonna take off. Lock up when you leave?” Faye asked Beth.

“Sure,” Beth smiled. “You two lovebirds get out of here. I had my date night.”

“Go have yours.”

 ***

Luka’s so pretty. The cowboy hat and boots combined with the faded, frayed jeans gave her a girl next door quality… Provided one lived in Texas. That perfect girl that was so near, yet so far. Like Bobbie is… She saw why Luka and Bobbie got along so well.

But she was Faye… Trying to keep track of who was whom and where they were threatened to give Timmi the mother of all headaches. She was just pleased as punch that the willowy blonde girl wanted to be alone with her. It always felt so nice to have someone just want to be alone with her. Timmi wondered how the Kiss would affect Luka. She turned and locked lips with the other blonde. The music disappeared and time stretched out into forever.

When the kiss broke, Timmi opened her eyes to find…

Nothing. Luka was the same willowy blonde girl she had met earlier.

“Aww.” Timmi muttered.

“What?” Luka asked, puzzled.

“Oh, nothing.” Timmi said, as she went back to kiss Luka again. The Kiss may not have worked, but it was so fun that Timmi had no choice but to keep trying.

***

“Damn, Zia. I needed a laugh. I swear this whole college thing…” Stacy’s eyes turned distant.

“It’s like I have this sister Zoe. She just did her own thing, I’ll never tell her, but… “ Stacy sipped her caramel macchiato.

“I’m kinda proud of the little squirt. I thought college was gonna be a breeze just like high school was, but now…”

Zoe took a long drink of something called a ‘long black’ and did something she hadn’t done in years.

Listen to Stacy.

“I don’t know.”

“I always thought college was parties and fun.”

“So did I.” Stacy said. “You know, Zia? You’re cool. You have that whole detached thing. Wish I could have mastered it. Just looks like I went from being a big fish to a much larger pond.”

“All the more reason to make ‘em notice you.” Zoe said. The confusion that had marked her time under the sway of Faye’s kiss was starting to burn off, decreasing as her tiredness increased.

Stacy laughed. “Now you sound like Zoe.”

“She sounds smart.” Zoe said, keeping her grin internal. Maybe she isn’t the heinous bitch I thought she was. Keeping up appearances is hard. But, Stacy had done it.

Just like Zoe had.

***

“I can’t believe this .” Bobbie said.

“Why not?” Faye retorted. “You and I both spent time up here… with Luka.”

“Yeah,” Bobbie agreed. “Girl takes what she wants, doesn’t she?”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” Faye grinned. “Some of us just roll with it.”

“Oh, shut up.” Bobbie snorted.

The plateaus were coming closer, they both knew which one Luka would go to. Faye pressed the pedal harder to get to the place where Timmi and Luka hopefully still stood.

 ***

Stacy had been kicked in the face by college a few times. The current all nighter was threatening to remove her brain with a dull butterknife. One more lecture about how political parties ‘balance the ticket’ and Stacy swore she’d become a Communist. The stop for coffee at Daily Grind was a relief. She was a little saddened that there were none of the cupcakes left, but conversation with Zia seemed to dull that edge.

Had to give her credit, she has great taste in clothes. Stacy thought. She saw some of herself in Zia. Although, it seemed that that Zia’s aloofness was cut from the same cloth as Zoe.

Zoe, trapped in the body of a model. Stacy couldn’t picture that for the life of her. Zoe was never the type to dress anything like that. Teenage Rebellion Quarterly being her entire clothing catalogue.

Looking at her watch, Stacy muttered “Shit.”

“I’ve gotta get back. I’ll see you around?” She smiled. “Of course I will, it’s a small college. Good luck on the finals.”

“Thanks.” Zoe tried to contain the smile, but couldn’t.

 ***

They saw the air mattress and they found the two girls making out. Bobbie immediately feared the worst when the familiar odor of marijuana. Faye giggled, facepalmed, and shifted himself all in one smooth motion. When one blonde head moved, it revealed Timmi wearing the pink cowboy hat.

“Hi.” Timmi squealed. Her red eyes and slouched smile told the tale of burned plant life.

“Did you come up here to make out, too?” She giggled.

Faye laughed.

Luka spun and waved sheepishly. “Hi. Plenty of room…”

“Hi, Luka.” Faye said.

“Do I know you?” Luka’s stoned eyes showed multiple types of confusion.

“Sort of.” Faye gave a wink and a grin. “Still no bonfire, huh?”

“Timmi.” Bobbie pleaded.

Timmi’s face fell. “What? Is this what you came up here for? Ugh, you’re such a wet blanket sometimes. First you had to show up when I was hanging out with Rach, then you come running in like… like… the Colonial Marines to get me away from Zoe. I don’t even know why. She’s cool” Timmi straightened her hair and gave Luka back her hat. With a measured breath, Timmi calmed herself and turned to Bobbie. “Bobbie, you got to do all kinds of fun stuff.” She giggled, the photo shoot was fun.

“That’s the point, I…” Bobbie threw up her hands in frustration. “Goddammit.”

“You’re always trying to chase me down, stop me from having any fun. I don’t get it. You’re my best friend, but lately all you do is ‘don’t do this’ and ‘don’t do that’ it really sucks, you know?”

Off to one side, Faye was trying to spin his game, but Luka was having none of it. Prior knowledge wasn’t helping, neither were the prickly beginnings of a mustache impressing her in the slightest.

Luka saw that this evening wasn’t going anywhere, and after offering Timmi a ride decided to deflate the infamous air mattress and leave. She shook her head as she got into the car.

“Faye.” She smiled. “You’re my kind of crazy. See ya around.” The roar of the Ghia dopplered into the distance.

“Oh, damn.” Timmi said listing to the right. “Jeez, Bobbie, trying to mess everything up? I didn’t do anything you didn’t do?”

“Well, I didn’t do Agee. Ewwwww.” Timmi couldn’t smile at that thought of his old…..

EWWWWWWW!

“Rach and I just had a little fun, and Zoe was rad. Everything is so cool, except when you come down here from your ivory tower and… and …”

“Get all parenty.”

Faye crossed back over to them after Luka’s car disappeared into the night.

“Let’s just go, since you’re in such a hurry to get me home.” Timmi huffed.

Faye’s hopeful smile didn’t do anything to assuage Timmi’s disappointment. Everything was just fine until that spoilsport Bobbie show up.

Faye was just jealous though. She was sure that Bobbie just whipped up the frenzy to get a ride up there. I know she cares so much, but geez.

Timmi called shotgun, and in an extended bout of silence amidst the lights…

Bobbie just sat in the back and stewed.

This will get out of hand.

***

 Zoe was kind of amazed that Stacy had some awesome left in her. Just like the old Stacy.

As long as she thinks I’m someone else.

Part of her thought it would be cool to hang out with her again. Maybe a spa day? Zoe never had much use for it.

But Zia?

With the caffeine burning through her system, Zoe gunned the engine as she made the last turn to get to her house.

It was such a good day, Zoe wondered if Faye’s ‘just a little bit’ was almost over. She figured that it was with the fuzz of her thoughts dying down to minor lint.

The smile wouldn’t go away. Zoe could have died happy right there. A day of fun at the beach, an awesome ride, and I got to have my sister back.

Even if only for a minute.

***

Faye noticed a note on the tv stating that Nick was off on an all nighter.

I’m really gonna owe him when all this is over.

“Okay.” Timmi said exaggeratedly. “I’m here. Now what? Another stupid movie? Going to bed?”

“I’m just gonna take a piss and leave. You two can figure this out without me.”

Bobbie rolled her eyes. “Fine. Just be here to get me in the morning.”

“Sure thing, darlin’” Faye said.

“Not right now, it isn’t cute.”

Faye disappeared down the hall and entered the bathroom.

 ***

Timmi wasn’t angry at Bobbie, she just wanted her friend to hang out with her again. She’d been treating her like she was spun sugar, glasslike and delicate. If only there was some way she could make Bobbie see that she was just having some fun. It was so awesome being one of the girls, not like before when she was… that other person… who was that anyway?

When she kissed Rach, and Zoe… they got fun and stuff. Too bad it didn’t work with Luka… but she was already fun. Timmmi opened her eyes  and half formed a plan mid spring.

“Timmi, wha…?” Bobbie was surprised as she turned to see Timmi’s bright blue eyes looking up into her own.

Before forcing Bobbies mouth down on hers.

 ***

Bobbie felt the tongue slide in, she fought for a second before forgetting why she should. The fizzy feeling in her brain made it tough to talk, especially with a mouth full of tongue.

She felt her body squish and stretch and move as breasts inflated and derriere plumped further, testing the durability of the fabric. Tingling spread out from her nipples and quickly engulfed her. The kiss was so good, familiar. Like she needed to be kissing Timmi right now, all human activity had led to this moment.

It was like eating a cupcake without frosting when Timmi finally broke the kiss.

“Oh, wow. Bobbie. It never did that before.”

Bobbie’s eyes had darkened to a deep amber; while her already blonde hair had started to change at about shoulder length to a deepening rust hue before becoming a deep ebony black along the last four inches.

“Did what?” Bobbie asked, puzzled. The new birthmark on her lip bobbed up and down as she spoke.

“Never mind, I just…”

“Okay. That’s it for…” Faye was coming down the hall. “Bobb…”

Bobbie was rushing for Faye. “You look like Tim.” She pouted.

“I miss him.” Bobbie giggled that infectious giggle as she threw her arms around Faye, kissing him deeply. All the passion and enthusiasm that Bobbie had saved up for him  went into the kiss as Timmi crept up beside.

“Hi, silly boy. Now Bobbie can have fun, too.” Timmi had a hand on the front of Faye’s jeans as she whispered in his ear.

Faye was ensconced deep within the kiss with Bobbie. Her hands knew just where to go, her tongue predicting the next moment.

 ***

Between thoughts, Faye wondered what he could have conceivably done right in anything like a previous life. Yeah, Bobbie was kissing him. Hell; he did  look like Tim, and it was obvious to the nth power that she missed him terribly.

“Oh… You two.” Timmi squealed, startling them. Somehow in the intervening time, she had shed her clothing. Swinging and ducking under Faye’s other arm, she began kissing his neck slowly.

Seriously? This is turning into  a hell of a week. Looks like someone’s getting some karma out of all this craziness.

Why had Timmi kissed Bobbie? Why didn’t Luka seem affected?  Those thoughts started to make in the back seat they had been relegated to.

While Kane never thought he’d be in this position, Faye considered it an eventuality. No thoughts could be clear as long as two beautiful blondes, and Faye just decided to enjoy it.

It’s only sex, what could possibly go wrong?

 ***

The tablet was expensive, heavy, and new. Roxx figured it would be easier than that old laptop. There was so much to do. Finding a geek turned out to be easier than she thought, she merely mentioned it to each of her runners, and soon she was in touch with Gary.

Gary had discovered computers at a young age, and crystal meth at an older one. His love of disassembling and soldering kept him doing odd jobs fixing other people’s computers.

Usually for drugs.

“This thing has a quad core processor, the biggest internal hard drive on the market, and runs a version of Umbuntu that a friend of mine designed himself. Those all nighters really help.” He smiled, showing discolored teeth. “Everything a growing business should need. Now, did you get the…?”

Roxx pushed the tiny baggie across the table. Gary opened it and dipped a pinkie finger inside. He placed it into his mouth and sucked for a second before grimacing and shaking his head. It had enough memory for just about everything she would ever need it for. And Roxx anticipated needing it a lot.

Magic? There’s an app for that.

With the deep web browser package and premium memberships at the world’s most exclusive digital libraries, Roxx knew what she was dealing with. Hours upon hours of incredibly boring text began to fill her nights once she realized exactly what it was she had. This gift she spoke of worked both ways somehow. Everything about her works both ways. I am linked to Lust. She wants energy from me?

Well, I want something from her. She likes to make deals, right?

So do I.

She wondered what else she could find. Roxx wouldn’t be Lust’s plaything forever. All the things she kept finding pointed the way for her to be free of Lust. The possibilities made Roxx almost enjoy doing one thing she had never enjoyed before.

Studying, especially now that it was in her self interest.

This would be one hell of a final exam.

“Thank you so much, Gary.” Roxx put on a sharklike grin as she brought up the log in screen.

“No problem.” Gary said, rapid-fire as the amphetamines began sinking into his brain. “If you need anything else. I’m usually awake at night.” He laughed at his own joke.

“I’ll keep it in mind.” Roxx watched him leave. She remembered dating guys like that before, she shuddered as she thought of the greasy hair and poor hygiene.

I guess you did save me from that, Lust. I’ll always be grateful for that at least.

 ***

Faye had Timmi’s tongue down his throat, and a hand on the back of her neck. When he felt the hand open his jeans and pull out his rigid member, he groaned as he felt the wet, warm lips take him into…Bobbie’s mouth?  He felt a pressure building as the lips sucked and slid up and down along the shaft.

Timmi giggled. “See? This is more fun, isn’t it?” She looked down. “Hey, I want some, too.” Timmi lowered herself to where Bobbie was. A second pair of lips joined the first, each pair slowly working their way up and down the length of his organ.

“Uh…huuuhhhhhhuuhhhh.” Faye moaned, blonde hair trailing silkily over his hand. When he looked up, he noticed that Bobbie had discarded her top and bra, allowing her breasts to knock other sources of attention aside.

Bobbie could feel Faye was close, Timmi seemed oblivious.

“Uhh. I’m gonna…”

Timmi’s eyes widened as she understood what was happening. When Bobbi took Faye out of her mouth, Timmi grabbed at Faye’s cock and began to stroke slowly. Bobbie smiled at her and placed her own hand on top of Timmi’s.

“Akkk.” Faye’s back bent as he sat up just in time to see the white spurts whizz through the air, landing on Timmi and Bobbie’s face and breasts. Faye was rewarded by ending his orgasm while watching the two lovely blondes make out and rub Faye’s cum all over each other’s breasts.

The giggling of the two girls would have annoyed Faye any other time, but now in the spent moment, it was fine.

Just fine.

“That was fun.” Timmi squealed, stroking Bobbie’s face. “I miss this.” Timmi put her head into Bobbie’s cleavage.

“We’re not done yet.” Bobbie looked hungrily at Faye. She smiled and slowly crawled her way back up to where she had access to his lips again.

             ***

            When Zoe finally got home, the caffeine crash was beginning to set in. She got past the ruined door jamb that identified Stacy’s room. She’s gonna be so pissed about that. The sleep was making vision bleary as Zoe made it to her bed and crashed out.

Over the course of the night, the long, blonde hair had shortened and darkened back to its original color and curves were restored to modest bends. She smiled as she slept, happy to have put all the baggage that came with Zoe Keebler on a shelf.

…at least for a night.

 ***

Now this was more like it. Timmi and Bobbie were having fun together again, and this time Faye was there, too. Even though Bobbie had been mad at first when she was with Luka, she seemed to be enjoying herself enthusiastically. It was always so cool when they hung out together, and now Bobbie was being…

Naughty. Timmi giggled inside her head. Judging by the amount of noise being made, everyone was enjoying it.

But Faye’s voice was sounding more and more like a slowed down frog. I can fix that. She grabbed one of Faye’s hands and latched it to one of her breasts as she sent her tongue in search of his tonsils.

Bobbie had swung around to a new position, leaving her on all fours in front of Faye. The locomotion of the two was nearly perfect. Bobbie moving back as he moved forward, both calling out in muddled bliss. Timmi was kissing Faye and sliding her firm breasts across Faye’s chest. Bobbie crawled forward a half step and Timmi took over, dropping Faye onto his back. She mounted him.

“Mmmm… This is so yummy.” Timmi breathed. “Having fun, silly boy?” When Timmi opened her eyes, she saw why Faye didn’t answer.

Bobbie’s face was level with hers, and the look on her face told Timmi exactly what was happening. She had her pussy hanging just above his face.

“We should…. Ooh…. Have fun like this together more…. Unnnnh.”

“Often.” Bobbie finished, the black ends of her hair tossing wildly as she brought her face closer for a kiss.

Timmi smiled broadly as she obliged.

Chapter 85

Faye couldn’t believe his luck.  Here he was, one gorgeous blonde riding his cock like the mechanical bull at the Mule Lip, while yet another was thrusting her throbbing moist pussy into his face…

…After getting the mother of all blowjobs. Not the evening I had planned, but not complaining. Bobbie was gonna be angry, but she’d get over it. Besides, it’s not like she didn’t owe her a little karma.

Besides, it looks like she’s totes enjoying it. As he came closer and closer to climax, thoughts became more jumbled and confused. When he finally came, his toes curled inward so hard that his feet started to cramp. His muffled moans were lost in the screams from both girls as all three of them gushed orgasmically together.

The last thing Faye saw was Timmi and Bobbie making out, fondling each other’s breasts.

 ***

Timmi is totes right, I do need to cut loose more.  It was a fleeting thought that careened through her head. She felt so deliciously dirty, being all naked and stuff while she made Faye eat her pussy. She giggled out loud as she luxuriated on the feeling of Timmi sucking on a nipple. When it suddenly stopped, Bobbie looked down in disappointment.

“Aww, he was fun as a boy.” Timmi looked and pointed for Bobbie to watch as Faye’s shimmery form changed into something else.

Something smaller.

And something blonder.

 ***

            Zoe was nursing a massive headache, which wasn’t so bad considering that she still remembered everything. Sneaking a look at the mirror and finalizing her suspicions only made her want to get up and use the ancient hangover cure…

Shower and coffee.

By the time she had scrubbed the sand and salt air away, the headache was more of an annoyance than a debilitating minefield of pain. Once the first few sips of coffee worked its way into her bloodstream she began to feel more human.

Thoughts of the previous day and night made her realize what the road not taken would have been. Zoe and Stacy Keebler, ruling the school. In some weird alternate universe, it was happening. Some of their imaginary adventures caused inadvertent laughter as she sipped her coffee two handed as she stared off into space.

Stacy entered the house looking like complete hell.

Zoe smiled as she stared at the living room.

The former cheerleader had thrown her purse onto the breakfast nook’s table.

“There still coffee?” Stacy barked.

Zoe couldn’t wipe the smile off of her face as she gestured with her black mug.

“Enjoy this time in your life…” Stacy said, a sneer playing over her face.

“It’s all downhill from here.”

“It doesn’t have to be.” Zoe said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Cheating works.” Zoe gave the moment on unsuspected levity to Stacy, a small part of her wanting to still see…

The older girl burst out into laughter. “Now you sound like Zia. Y’know I told her, I’m kinda proud of you, you little squirt. Making it all on your own like that.”

“Didn’t wanna get stuck giving locker room handjobs.” Old Zoe returned with a snappy retort.

Stacy’s face changed, showing more tiredness. “Never mind.” She started to head to her room.

“Stace.” Zoe called.

“Sometimes I wish I went to that party with you. But I’m glad I did it on my own. Neither one of us is right, or wrong.”

“We’re just different, that’s all.” Zoe set down the nearly empty mug. “You’re gonna come to graduation, right?”

Zoe’s evil grin returned. “I mean I did have to sit through yours.”

“In a dress, no less.”

“I saw that you still have that initial block I made you in shop class.”

Stacy’s face fell. “You went in my room?”

Zoe’s nonchalance radiated. “Look, I wondered if you kept it, and…”

“Never mind, this is stupid.” Zoe finished.

“Zo.” Stacy called.

The younger girl turned, the nickname from when they were little.

“Look, I’m going through…life Right now. Maybe you did things the right way. I dunno. When Valentine socked me, well…”

“I heard about that. Gotta admit. I laughed.”

Stacy frowned.

“Someone knocked you off your high horse,” She thought for a moment. “Twice.”

Stacy smiled a similarly evil smile.

“If you’re gonna give me some this might make you a better person bullshit….”

“Good luck on your Econ final. Try not to be a bitch.”

“I’m tryin’ Ringo.” Stacy shook her head.

Zoe remembered when she first saw Pulp Fiction. It was with Stacy one night while their parents were out.  She nodded solemnly and left the room, school awaited.

And Zoe Keebler Never felt evil enough.

 ***

Bobbie woke up to see Timmi sleeping next to her, hair moving upwards with each exhalation. Her head hurt badly, and she felt disoriented. She made her way to the bathroom to find the door closed. As she reached for the knob, the door opened.

“Hi, Bobbie.” It was Timmi.

Timmi?

Bobbie looked back at the bedroom door.

“No silly, that’s Faye. I’m Timmi.” She pointed to the bright fuchsia streak. “Pink streak, remember?”

“Faye?” Bobbie asked, then with a flood tide made of bricks, she remembered the previous evening.

“Timmi, what do you…?”

Timmi laughed. “You were being the fun police again, so I kissed you.” The sweet smile just made Bobbie want to sweep her into her…

Wait, what is this? Bobbie was recognizing the yearnings of the Thrall infected body

Bobbie felt the bottom drop out of her stomach, as if on cue she remembered parts of the previous evening.

You look like Tim. She had said, then the memories of the previous night’s carnal activities all came into sharp focus.

Kissing Faye

Kissing Timmi,

Faye’s tongue.

Faye’s…

“Oh, come on. I know that wasn’t your first blowjob.” Timmi giggled. “They can be so fun.”

Bobbie forgot about the bathroom and ran back to the bedroom. Gently, she shook Faye awake.

“No, mom. I don’t wanna go to school.”

Her eyes fluttered open, then widened. “Oh, hi Bobbie.”

“Faye?” She asked. “What happened.”

“Oh.” Faye cheerily began. “I dunno.” She pouted.

“I was liking being a boy again. But this is totes okay… I’m so pretty.” Faye said, looking into a mirror and pulling at her new mane of hair.

Bobbie stood there gobsmacked.

Timmi re entered the room drying off her hair.

“Faye’s pretty like us now. It’s really weird, you know? You didn’t get blonder, It was … wait a minute.” Timmi let the towel around her breasts drop, leaving her naked and Faye tittering.

“Wow, I’m like really hot.” Faye said, her voice just as small and cute as Timmi’s now. Neither voice had that slight deep undertone that Faye’s voice carried.

Used to carry.

Timmi had retrieved her phone and after a few interactions, she had brought up the camera roll.

“See.” Timmi handed the phone to Bobbie.

Bobbie took the phone and stared. It was one of the many selfies that Timmi had snapped over the last few days. This one showed Faye’s Room, Faye, Timmi…

Bobbie barely recognized herself. The reverse ombre in her hair was the first clue, the sparkling amber eyes, the second.

But Faye’s dick in her hand, well, that was the final proof.

“See? When you let go, it’s much more fun.”

“Yeah.” Faye agreed, “You were really good at that.” She giggled airheadedly.

“I got a blowjob.” Faye kept laughing, Timmi started laughing, too.

This will get out of hand?

It already has.

Once she got into the bathroom, Bobbie inspected herself. The dark ends of the hair persisted, as did the amber eye color. The swell of her breasts was slightly more pronounced, as were the curves of her hips. Turning to inspect her backside, she saw the one thing she truly did not want to see.

It was a Mark. Lust’s calling card sat low on one hip. Unlike Faye’s and Kim’s, this one was blue, the same blue that adorned her hair.

What’s going on now? Shrugging, she realized that making a big deal out of it would be unwise. Just get to the bakery and get through today.

She made the decision to go and see Roxx tonight, before anything else happened. Flashes of the previous night reminded her that it already had. Bobbie reminded herself to gargle twice as long today. She wanted to be mad at Timmi, but couldn’t. Last night when confronting her, the uncharacteristic outburst of anger made her realize that she had been taking being an Advocate too far.

Everyone always told her to take some time for herself, and every time it had been just what the doctor ordered.

Timmi, through all her blonde ditziness, had hit the nail on the thumb.

Sometimes the only way to stay sane is to go a little crazy.

Finishing up in the shower, Bobbie reflected on everything. Obviously, they were going to go see Roxx. Especially now that everything is different.

Again.

“I guess I’m opening the bakery.”

Again.

 ***

Faye couldn’t wait for Bobbie to leave. She could already picture blowing off school and hitting the mall with Timmi. No matter what happened, they had fun together.

“Well, I’ll see you two in a bit.” Bobbie said, the clothes she had on barely hid the new enhancements to her curves. “Please stay out of trouble.”

“But.” Faye said. “Trouble is the only thing that fits.” A sarcastic pout punctuated the end of the sentence.

Bobbie wanted to laugh, but the seriousness of the moment prevented it.

Once Bobbie was out the door, Timmi watched Faye count to five slowly on her fingers. She got up and ran to the kitchen window and looked both ways.

“Okay. She’s gone.” Faye’s smile lit up the room. “We are gonna have so. Much. Fun. Get dressed, were going to the mall.”

Timmi hopped a little and clapped, she loved the mall.

 ***

Bobbie stared at the EVO keys in her hand. She felt bad for taking them, but Timmi had proved uncorralable. And now that Faye was acting like Timmi, and Tim’s body now looked like this new Faye… She gripped the keys in her hand so hard it cut into her palms.

The foreboding feeling on knowing that she was going to have to deal with Roxx later didn’t make things any better.

And the guilt from taking Faye’s keys burned behind all the other confusions.

By the time she reached Cheepskates, Bobbie was completely on autopilot. Opening doors, filling cases, and booting up the computer. The day started simply and ended the same way, Bobbie filled out the paperwork that ended the day and left, hoping to get home quickly.

Can this day just be over already?

 ***

“Oh… they’re gone. I can’t find them anywhere.” Faye was naked and searching for her keys. Timmi decided to start looking as well, and she decided that naked would be the way to go.

Even if she had no idea what she was looking for.

Two naked blondes ran around the apartment upending things and tearing cushions off of the couch, hoping to find the Talisman of Freedom.

“I’m such a ditz.” Faye said, suddenly brightening. “I have a spare one.” She giggled. “We should get dressed.”

“What were we looking for anyway?” Timmi asked blankly.

 Timmi and Faye took turns getting each other ready. Timmi was bummed that she couldn’t send sexy pictures to Faye anymore, now that she wasn’t a boy, but pretty like Timmi was.

Well, since she’s right here, it’s not so bad.

Don’t get to call him silly boy anymore…

…her…

Before…

Thoughts beat against each other while Faye painted, sprayed, and dressed. Thoughts that confused parted as if commanded by Moses while Timmi thought about walking around the mall.

 ***

“You’re gonna have to take that hat off in my class.” Ms. Harnitchek said. “It’s a great look, but.”

“I can’t. This thing is held on with like seventeen bobbie pins. By the time I get it out, class will be over.” Kim lifted the green veil. “Close enough? I have a thing today. Only reason I’m wearing it.” Kim was tired of this already. Third period, and I’ve explained this three times.

Ms. Harnitchek sighed. “Fine, just don’t wear it again.”

“You won’t see it again all year.”

“Yeah,” Came a snicker from the back. “All three weeks of it.”

The interaction with the teacher made Kim ignore the phone as it vibrated in her purse.

 ***

The bus was hitting every red light on Delacroix Avenue, and Bobbie was getting impatient. She just wanted to get to the school, get her work and see Kim. When the school popped up over the horizon, she heaved a sigh of relief.

Strolling in through the front gate, she could see it was lunchtime, which made things easier. No sneaking into class midway through the lecture. Finding the Army at their table made her give thanks that one thing today had remained mercifully untouched.

“Damn, Bobbie.” Amber said. “What’s up with the hair? Looks good, but that blue streak?”

“That’s fuckin’ you.” Bella finished. “Yeah, no fuckin’  blue? That shit’s just weird, yo.” She smashed the empty chip bag and tucked it into her lunch bag.

Bobbie pulled at the dark ends and thought quickly. “Faye’s idea. Photo shoot for the bakery.” She shrugged. The lie came so easily, so naturally, that an odd discomfort began in her stomach only to fade as she thought of a quip.

Bella and Heather looked at her strangely.

“I’m gonna be the devil this time.” A dark smirk spread across her face. It felt good to say, good to let out something. Heather laughed so loudly that it spread to the rest of the table.

Bobbie sat and had lunch with the friends she had grown so close to. There was a bittersweet sadness as she thought that it all would end soon. Being out of school brought its own challenges, challenges that no one at that table had faced.

Yet.

Except Bobbie, and even she had to admit that the world beyond High School looked vastly different now than it had when she had been Robb.

In fact, the whole school experience was so different as to be unrecognizable. Everything she had gone through since returning to the place that held so many bad memories had replaced them with good ones. Granted, being groped at the Spring Musical wasn’t a high point.

A thrill shivered through her body as she thought about it, about how she felt in Tim’s arms, wearing his jacket. I guess that even that had its moments.

The thoughts of foreign hands on her body returned her thoughts to the mark on her hip.

Wonder what that means.

With lunches finished and trash discarded, Kim and Bobbie went to the bathroom.

Kim had the cigarette in the holder faster than Bobbie had noticed. She raised an eyebrow.

“What?” Kim asked, touching the flame to the tip. “Not setting this veil on fire. Heather’ll kill me.”

Bobbie laughed nervously as the smell hit her like a ton of bricks. She grabbed the long stem from Kim and inhaled hard on the empty end.

“What the?”

Bobbie exhaled slowly, she did not cough. Her practiced motions came back from memory, the nicotine flooded her head as she leaned heavily on the sink. She contemplated taking another drag.

“No.” She said aloud, returning the holder to Kim.

“Faye isn’t Tim anymore. Hell, I’m not sure if anyone is.”

“Huh?” Kim dragged on the cigarette.

“Last night, Timmi kissed me and…

“Ah, so that’s what happened. Hair’s cute.”

“But totally not you.”

“Thanks.” Bobbie frowned. “It gets worse.”

Kim heard the phone buzz in her purse.

“Shit, that’s been going off all day, always in class.” She retrieved the device and turned it to the mail.

“It’s Timmi. Standing next to a mirror, I guess.” She turned the phone around.

“Fuck.” Bobbie said through gritted teeth. She kicked at the wall, cracking a tile. “That’s no mirror.”

“That’s Faye. We all sort of…”

“Ewww, good god what is up with you guys, usually friends just fuck each other over, not fuck each other.”

“Yeah, well, now Faye’s body looks like that, and she’s ditzy as hell, too. We’re going to see Roxx tonight. And if she doesn’t wanna deal…. Then… then….”

Bobbie wanted to continue, but didn’t know what to say.

“C’mon.” She suddenly said. “We’re ditching.”

“Great.” Kim said, pulling the butt out of the holder. “Now you wanna ditch? Couldn’t do it for a fun reason?”

“Fuck off, Kimster.” Bobbie smiled.

 Chapter 86

Timmi was studying the pink and chrome of the strappy boots she wore. She felt sorry for Rach, she made the poor girl sit out here while she laid down in the other room and let Trench do his work.

She stared at her phone and tried to get arrested by exceeding the Selfies Per Hour limit. When Faye finally came out of the back she squealed as she saw Timmi.

“Twinsies!!” Faye exclaimed, pointing at her identical navel ring. Timmi burst out into laughter.

“And if you ever wanted those nipples pierced… Hell I’ll do it for free, you just have to let me take a picture… for my portfolio.”

“Uh-huh.” Faye giggled.

“You, too. Your sister says you do everything together.” Trench shrugged. The girl behind the counter looked sideways at her partner.

Both girls giggled.

“We’ll think about it.” Faye said, rocking her hips just a little bit extra as she sauntered away. Timmi matched her stride as they left.

“I’m hungry.” Timmi said.

Faye turned on that evil grin that promised more fun than could be handled.

“I know just what you need.”

 ***

I swear this is worse than science homework. Roxx stared at the tablet screen, there were so many tabs open that loading anything was taking too long. She was surprised that no one had started worshipping Google yet. It knew all, saw into your soul.

How Lust must hate the competition.

All the pieces were there, scattered across history and various accounts of those considered mad by their compatriots.

Magic. It was real, there was no doubt about that. It just seemed like it took too much effort. Why should Lust have all the fun?

The cigarette in her mouth was getting soggy at the filtered end, but lighting it seemed to be a problem what with the constant zooming in and out and refocusing at each new page. She wondered if maybe her eyes were going.

Maybe some sexy glasses?

The need for nicotine was increasing along with her knowledge of things arcane and lost. Forgetting for a moment about a lack of fire, she inhaled.

A glint of light forced her to refocus her eyes for a second as the tip of the cigarette glowed dimly at first, then fully lit. She coughed and set the tablet down. What just happened?

She studied the end for a moment before inhaling again.

She thought of Robb and that damn movie with the dumb truck driver and all those Chinese people.

…that’s how things always begin…

“Very small.”

Lust was wrong.

We should have waited longer.

Her eyes felt a little refreshed as she resigned herself to more time with the tablet.

Why did he have to be right all the time?

At least this time, the things she learned were applicable.

 ***

“Is there a model convention in town or something?” The guy at the purse kiosk asked Kim as they passed.

“Huh?”

“These twins came through here about two hours ago,” He whistled. “Now, you two... Just wondered.”

Kim shook her head. “Life is an occasion, dress accordingly.” The cashier guy laughed as Kim wiggled her way past. The yellow, polka-dotted dress along with the hat gave her the appearance of a sexy banana. Bobbie laughed at that image for a second as looked at a sparkly purse. Soon the hunt for the most dangerous of game began on their homefield advantage.

“You realize we’re looking for two blondes in the mall?” Kim quipped.

“Yeah. Could throw a cupcake and hit three.”

“Hey.” Kim got serious. “Friend took a cupcake to the chest.”

“He went home in three body bags.”

Bobbie looked puzzled as Kim started laughing.

“It’s a weekday, shouldn’t be too bad.”

“I hope you’re right.”

 ***

Timmi was looking at sunglasses while Faye was staring at the purses on the other side of the kiosk. The bored employee barely looked up from his magazine while the girls browsed.

“Timmi, lemme get a drink.” Faye came around and held out her hand for the large cherry lemonade that she held. Timmi took a final pull from the straw while staring at the employee. The magazine hit the ground as Timmi slowly ran her tongue along the length of the straw. Faye gave the straw a similar, loving lick as she accepted the beverage. The look on his face was somewhere between terror and delight. His white skin only magnified the expression.

Faye and Timmi tittered as they walked away together, making an exit that the employee wouldn’t soon forget.

 ***

“Kim, what are you doing?” Bobbie asked as Kim made her way into the Piercing Palace.

“I’ve been meaning to come here and you’re gonna let me do this. They’re still here. Besides, get those two away from the mall?” Kim snickered. “Good luck.”

Kim was at the counter, scanning their wares for a moment before selecting some spiral yellow acrylic ear stretchers.

“Gonna gauge the ears a little.” She explained. “When’s the last time you went shopping?”

“Back when I was…” Bobbie’s voice vanished slowly.

“…with…” She finished.

“Oh.” Kim fished her wallet from her purse. “Well, you should take this opportunity to relax.”

Bobbie caught her reflection in the mirror. The new Lust inspired design made her realize how fluid her style had been. She turned her head. Hmmm.

She looked at the case. “Excuse me. Can I get this one?”

“Yeah, sure.” The cashier put down her magazine. “You gonna need to get…”

“Yeah,” Bobbie smiled. Kim turned her head to reveal a puzzled expression.

“Hey. I can redesign myself, too.”               

“Besides, it’s really cute.” She envisioned the jewelry in her nose and allowed a thrilled giggle to escape her lips.

“Trench!”

 ***

“Oooh, this is pretty.” Faye was holding up a pair of the sheerest panties that Timmi had ever seen.

Wow, Faye’s so smart. Where does she find out about all this stuff?

She has been a girl a lot longer than you silly.

Timmi was awed by the world of colors that held the party dresses.

“I don’t think I have anything for Prom.” Timmi frowned. “I’ve been using your old stuff. Even the new stuff came from Rach.”

“That’s okay. I’ve got plenty of stuff that you can wear.”

“I’m such a clothes whore.”

Timmi stared at Faye shocked, then giggled mercilessly.

Faye thought about it for a second. “We could try stuff on, I could always use a new dress.”

Timmi quivered with delight and joined in a stereo giggle whose alternating soundwaves could have caused the heads of small animals to explode.

 ***

Bobbie said thanks and walked away from the Piercing Palace with some new hardware, while Kim proudly displayed the new jewelry that matched the bright yellow that was rapidly becoming her signature color.

“Love the nose ring, sis. Badass. Finally lightening up a little?”

Bobbie shrugged. “I don’t have to be good all the time.”

“C’mon. I need a drink.” Kim said, stopping at the food court. Retreiving a Limeade from the hot dog stand, Bobbie stared after the Cheesecake Factory.

“Could go for a margarita right about now.”

“Bobbie?”

She shook her head. “Yeah, but I’m not going to have one. That was a weird thought.” The mark was brought back to the fore.

“It’s weird.” Bobbie said, handing Kim the cup back. “It’s like this mark is… I don’t know….”

“Inert?”

Kim quirked a perfect eyebrow. They were scanning the stores on both sides of the mall. As expected, there were many false alarms and faulty starts.

“It’s like terrible ideas seem fun, but I still know that they’re terrible ideas.”

“And? Isn’t that what makes them fun?”

“God, you sound like Faye now.”

Kim smiled. “Thanks.”

“But, my want overtook the good sense. It’s not like that now. I bet I could have that drink.”

“But I won’t.” Bobbie said, getting serious.

“Well, good for you.”

“Whoever would have thought that …”

“EEEE.”

That ear-splitting shrill cry snapped Bobbie’s attention to her right.

“Stop your grinnin’” Bobbie said.

“And drop your linen? Find ‘em? Kim finished.

Bobbie pointed, and sure enough, there they were, wearing identical pink dresses.”

 ***

“Ohmigosh.” Timmi said. “It’s almost like looking at a mirror.”

“How in the world could you even make a statement that ditzy?” Faye laughed. “We’re identical.”

“Well, not indent…iden.” Timmi said, pointing out the pink streak that Faye had been absent.

“The same.”

“Yeah. I’m gonna have to do that again.” Faye regarded the strip of hair that, unlike Timmi’s was still blonde.

“Well then I’ll need a different dress.” Timmi spun and reached for one in the color that had come to be known as Bobbie Blue.

“Yeah.” Faye said, staring off into space and thinking of things that she had to do. She could not let Timmi be even the tiniest bit prettier than she was. With both of them standing in the same dress, it was incredibly difficult.

“One of us is gonna have to change.”

“Oh, great.” Timmi threw up her hands.

“What?”

“Here comes Bobbie Buzzkill.”

 ***

Gotta try something new here. Bobbie saw the stricken look in her face and grabbed a nearby dress that was hideous.

“Kim, look at this. It’s… it’s…”

“Awful.”

Kim laughed as she saw the zebra print in bright neon green. “Reminds me of that streak in your…”

“Faye. Timmi. Hey.” Bobbie plasticized her smile. “We were doing some shopping, and…”

“Oh, wow Bobbie.” Faye said. “You pierced your nose? Cool.”

“I…” Timmi stammered. “You’re not mad, wanna take us back home?”

“No.” Bobbie lied comfortably. “Just came to get this and look at stuff. We’re going out tonight, and just wanted a little break.”

“She’s lying.” Faye said. “I know you.” She pointed.

“Then why did I get this?” Bobbie thought fast and pointed at the dull pain in her nose that was slowly giving way to an itch.

“Yeah.” Faye asked, turning to Timmi. “Why did she. Isn’t she too much of a goody goody for that?”

“Yeah, she doesn’t dress all sexy like we do.” Timmi shimmied in place.

“Actually.” Bobbie saw a black microminiskirt in the back over Faye’s shoulder. She pushed past them and retrieved the garment. Assuring herself of its size, she grabbed a long sleeved half shirt and asked for a fitting room.

“What gives?” Faye asked Kim, who was happy for the twins color coding.

Kim shrugged.

“Toldja the kiss was funny with her.” Timmi batted at Faye’s shoulder. “Maybe it just made her really cool?”

“Maybe.” Faye said. Timmi put up a fist, Faye looked puzzled.

“Sisfist?”

Faye laughed. “That sounds wrong, but…” She bumped Timmi’s fist with her own.

“I’ll take it.”

 ***

Bobbie was looking at the outfit she threw together to give credence to the lie. But damn.

The outfit was what Robb would have called ‘appropriately slutty’. The skirt was so short she could see that nothing was left to the imagination.

She’s got legs… Bobbie looked downward. She did indeed have legs. The hugging of the top brought her breasts together tantalizingly, The dark ends of her hair contrasting with the white top. Bobbie thought of a pair of jeans that would be sacrificed soon for Summer.

Daisy Duke anyone?

She knew all these thoughts had to be the Mark, but it was like she had so much more control. A nose ring and some slutty clothes was a far cry from fucking everyone.

 ***

“EEEE!” Timmi squealed when Bobbie came back out. “Oh. My. Gee. That looks soooooo good on you. Are you gonna wear that tonight? Huh? Cuz that is totes totes adorbs.”

Faye giggled. “We’ll make a bad girl out of you yet. Ooh, let’s find her a boy to make out with.”

Timmi pouted, “But… she’s…..”

“It’s okay. We can try that later when we go out. I’m sure you’ll love it.” Bobbie said as she headed over to the shoes.

 ***

Bobbie was being so cool, Faye was there, and Kim was being all laughy with those cool circly earrings. The brush of the tuile and taffeta, pleather and vinyl against her skin made her feel high, tingly. A dizziness and confusion spun through her pleasantly. There was lemonade and corn dogs, and so so many dresses. Boys stared, her friends laughed with her. Timmi wished that the day could go on forever.

Kim was crunching her way through a large filet of fish drenched in malt vinegar while Faye and Timmi inspected their haul.

“Wow today was fun.” Timmi exclaimed, snapping a selfie of herself erotically studying a similar piece of fish, while Faye used the fries to out selfie Timmi. “See? When we hang out it’s always fun, instead of you trying to get me home.”

“Yeah.” Bobbie smiled, sprinkling vinegar on her fries. “It was fun. We should be getting back though. Need to get ready for our big night out.”

Timmi and Faye squealed. “Are we going to the club?” Timmi turned to Faye.

“I bet we’re going to the club.”

Bobbie snickered while she sipped at her root beer.

“So, what’s the plan?”

“For tonight?” Kim said, setting her fish down and wiping her hands gently on the napkin. “We just go. The Thompson Twins at the door are supposed to let us in.”

“We better get a move on, bus takes a while.”

“Oh, that.” Faye flopped her hand forward and showed complete disinterest.

“I have the car, had to use the spare key. Silly me, can’t find the keys.”

Bobbie  cursed herself inwardly for not thinking about that.

“Well, wanna go home and get ready? We might be gone a long time.”

“Ooh, Faye.” Timmi said. “Do you wanna wear these boots tonight?”

“Yeah.” Faye brightened. “And you can wear that other skirt, the one with the pink squares.”

Bobbie suddenly wondered if their life would be so bad. So little expected of them…

She shook the thought out of her head violently as she got up. Looking down, she was surprised that she had forgotten wearing out the new tiny skirt and top. It didn’t bother her.

And looking around, Bobbie noticed that she didn’t care that anyone was staring. Hell, they’ve seen it already, right?

Faye and Timmi led the way out of the mall with arms full of handled bags with Bobbie and Kim in tow.

“You think this is all gonna go smoothly?”

“I fuckin’ hope so, Kimster.”

“I really fuckin’ hope so.”

 ***

Rach was home, sitting in her room. Things weren’t right without Faye around. Boy, girl, ditz whatever. The picture in her hand just kept one wistful memory playing after another. She stared after the picture of them at Fresh.

Things were just simpler then, when magic only caused one thing in her life, and it had been good.

If  whatever it was that made Faye who she is now was messing with her again, then Rach would just have to deal with it.

No matter what happens…

I do love her.

Even if she is a handful.

Rach had gotten out the photo album she had started when they got together. Pictures of them showing an evolution of their relationship.

…the first time Rach had convinced Faye to put on some damn girl clothes….

…that ski trip with Zoe…

…walking the bike back from the mall as the sun went down…

…the Steak Diane…

A moist film began to coat her eyes. First the ‘was a boy’ thing, then all this madness when Bobbie was taking over for Faye. Yeah, she had seen that Faye was acting funny… chicken and waffles? How high were we?

Then that whole… airhead magic? Whatever it was, it had scared her a little, just turning into someone else like that. She hoped that Bobbie was right. Still have a bone to pick with her. Not telling her wasn’t right, just let her go on and do whatever she wanted.

Although, she was kind of fun.

There was a humming, and a warm dimness that overtook her as she drifted off, wishing that things could be back to normal. She was looking forward to getting Faye to the beach so everyone could be jealous of her girlfriend.

Suddenly there was a repeating squeak. It wasn’t coming from the hall, in fact it wasn’t even her hallway. Her hallway wasn’t even her hallway.

What in the hell is going on? Tiptoeing down the strange hallway, she  opened a door that was remarkably clean, not a single fingerprint.

A trail of long blonde hair  sat with her back to the door.

“Hello. You are probably wondering where you are?”  She knew that voice, Faye’s friend…

“Bobbie? What’s.”

The woman chuckled. Rach moved around the room to see what was happening.

The pottery wheel was moving.

“I am not Bobbie, I understand your problems. The one called Faye is not quite what she used to be?”

Rach’s face crumpled. “Who…”

The pottery wheel stopped abruptly, the blonde woman turned her unearthly blue eyes. She  removed a bland figure from the center of the wheel. It was a blue mass reminiscent of a certain spokescreature made of dough.

But it was blue, the blue of smurfs and a clear, beautiful sky.

“Your love for Faye is what brings me to you. I see that you truly do love her.”

“Who the hell are you? And what is all this cryptic crap? Just talk. If this is some more magic shit, then I’ll… I’ll….”

“I am Justice. You mentioned Bobbie? She is my advocate. If you know her, then you know what she does, yes?”

“What she does? Bake? She did a different kind of baking when we hung out.”

“I know all about that. It was my doing, but it had to be done. I am here to speak to you about another matter.”

“What? If you are what you look like, some timeless, ageless…” She waved her hands around. “Whatever it is you are, then what do you need with me? Or Bobbie for that matter?”

“She is my Advocate, she merely tries to maintain balance, you have seen what she does to those around her.”

“You are to help her. It is the only way to keep Faye. Things have begun moving now, things I could not have suspected. Bobbie’s talents are far more passive than are needed.”

“Then level her up.” She had heard the occasional bit of videogame speak from Faye in their time together.

“It is not that simple. You can help in ways only you can.”

“It is also the only way to help Faye. I quite liked her as she was, it would be a shame to have her  finally become fully enthralled.”

Rach sighed heavily. “Goddamit.” She rolled her eyes. “What do you need from me?”

Justice shrugged and handed over the blue figurine. “Bobbie can explain it all to you, she will have the time.”

“What is this for?” Rach asked impatiently.

Justice chuckled as the room brightened with a warm glow. “You will understand soon. You merely have to be Faye’s girlfriend. Since you love her, I need not ask much. You can keep an eye on her matron.”

“Matron?”

“Yes, another like me, one called Lust. Faye can explain better than I can. I will leave you to wake. Some things will be different, but I am sure you can handle it.” She smiled. “Seek out Bobbie, and all will be well.”

“We will speak again. Work to your strengths, and your love for Faye will see you through.”

“Sleep.”

Rach opened her mouth to speak, but it became a yawn. The yawn made her eyelids heavy and she sat heavily on the floor…

…and dozed off.

 ***

“C’mon, Faye. You’ve been in there for almost an hour.” Timmi was knocking on the door, desperate to get pretty for what promised to be a rad night out.

Faye finally opened the door and surprised Timmi with a pink streak of her own.

“EEEE!! Faye, that came out great. It’s just like mine.” She giggled.

“Twinsies.”

“C’mon, let’s go put ourselves together.”

The bedroom was a jumble of clothing of many styles and colors. Timmi was so excited that for a second, she forgot what she was doing.

Luckily Faye didn’t.

“This one. Definitely this one.” Faye tossed Timmi a skirt and tiny top.

“I’m going to wear this one.” The skirt was similar, yet shorter, the top had purple accents around the shoulder.”

Timmi was wiggling into the skirt, as was Faye.

“I think we just invented a new dance.”

“Yeah,” Faye said. “Must look totes weird without the music.” She decided to remedy that by hitting play on her phone’s music screen. When the dubstep began, both girls looked into each other’s eyes.”

“I love this song.” The sound of their combined voices was the latest single from Bombastic Ditz. Two identical girls shook themselves around the room, stretching clothing over their voluptuous bodies

 ***

When the dubstep started, Kim laughed as she sprayed her left victory roll. Using the mirror, she assured herself that the ‘not a hair out of place’ aesthetic was uniform.

“So, what are we gonna do, just roll up on ‘em?” Kim asked while she worked on the touchups that her face seemed to constantly require now.

“Pretty much.” Bobbie said. “Club’ll be open, so there’s going to be people, We’ll just have to … ugh…. See what she wants.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that too much. What can she possibly get from you? Discount prices on petit fors?” Kim snapped the mirror shut. “She’s running that club, and from the looks of things, she’s dealing out the back.”

“Yeah, but she said she wants something in return? That’s one girl I don’t want to owe anything to.”

“There’s four of us.” Kim looked down the hallway. “Okay, three. Together they make one good one.” Timmi and Faye giggled mirthfully.

“I still don’t have to like it. How are you so calm?”

“What, Roxx?” Kim waved the thought away. “What’s she gonna do to me that she hasn’t already?” She raised a small fist.

“I’ll just have to kick her ass.” The gesture looked out of place on Kim now. Bobbie only knew it from seeing her before blossoming into the young lady she was now.

“And if I chip a nail…” Kim said through gritted teeth.

Bobbie laughed harder. “Kimster….”

“I’m keeping that, you know? Gotta have a model name…” She raised her hands as if envisioning an invisible marquee.

“Kimster Dragstrip. Chic, eh?”

Bobbie smiled, one side of her face curling higher than the other. “Kim, with all this going on…” Bobbie moved her other hand in a wide circle. “I’m really proud of you. You’re taking all of this really well.” She looked down. “I didn’t handle it very well at all. I…”

“I’m glad you’re my sister. I just wish that Robb hadn’t...”

Kim laughed through her nose. “Good or bad, all of it is what made me what I am now.”

“Even Roxx. It’s not a finish line, just a long, scenic drive.” Kim picked up the large yellow hair flower she had taken to wearing and affixed it to the recently sprayed roll.

Damn, this girl’s an old soul. “I swear you guys are gonna rule the world.” She looked down the hall as Faye and Timmi emerged from the bedroom.

Somewhere a country of strippers are missing their Queens. Bobbie looked at everyone in the room. Yep, we’re definitely going to a strip club. Then she looked down at herself, the revealing outfit that she was wearing

Skirt’s so short you can read my mind. Her tiny navel stood out as if the Eye of Sauron, demanding that one stare. The tight top clung to her luscious upper curves before enveloping her slender arms and ending at her wrists.

“Bobbie.” Kim said, putting the final polish on the roll on her right.  “Clothes are right. Makeup’s wrong. C’mere.” She beckoned, digging out the makeup out of her purse quick as a bunny, her tools and implements of destruction in her skilled hands. “You’ve got the look, but no edges. Like a preppy girl trying to party on the wrong side of the tracks. This lipstick is all wrong, and… Go wash your face.”

“I’ve got this.”

Bobbie resigned herself to Kim’s words.

While washing the old makeup off, Bobbie looked into the mirror. The amber eyes staring back at her made her wonder what would happen with Roxx.

Please let this be easy.

“Nothing worth having ever is.” Justice’s words came back to bite her on the ass.

Satisfied she had the makeup off, Bobbie reentered the living room to let Kim do her thing. Bobbie was surprised at how quickly Kim had educated herself in the ways of cosmetic artistry. I bet it’s like how I picked up the cooking.

Timmi turned to Faye. “We’ve gotta do something about her hair. Now that doesn’t seem to match.”

Faye tilted her head. “I’ll grab the curling iron. Jeez, Bobbie, this whole night out is your idea. You’d think that you’d wanna get prettier than us.”

“Or try anyway.” Kim said, using the small brush on Bobbie’s lips. “Hold still.” Kim took an eyebrow pencil and darkened the mark on her upper lip. “Beauty mark’s cute. Gives you some depth.”

Bobbie felt a comb in her hair. “Nothing too big, guys. Okay?”

“Oh, no.” Timmi said. “Not with this. Sleek and sexy.” She giggled.

Whatever that means.

 ***

Beth still was trying the anti scar treatment she had bought. Even now, after a month, the mark left from the injury she sustained had not faded one bit. She wasn’t  self-conscious about it as much as just wishing that the skin of her legs could be unblemished again.

Like with most idle times, she was thinking about the task of making all of the fondant figures. She was a little nervous. But if Bobbie said she could do it, then she could.

With the end of the year coming up, she wondered what the Summer would hold for her and Steve. Beth had never had a boyfriend before, and he was so sweet. She felt the oil from the treatment soak into the affected skin, hoping it would show results soon, Summer meant skirts, and Beth wanted her legs to look good. She wasn’t mad at Kim, Beth was happy that she got better. The way things were going with Kim’s mom and her dad seemed to be going along well. Thoughts of having a sister and a whole family for the first time made her think that the scar was a small price to pay.

But, she still wanted it gone. Any discount will do.

She went to bed early that night. Bobbie had told her that they were taking a night off, which was fine with her. She needed to study for finals. What good would having a boyfriend be if she was stuck in Summer school?

Y’know? Beth thought as she pulled the covers over herself.

If it’s just a scar, I can live with it. The rest of my life is worth it.

Beth drifted off with a smile, thinking about this new family she had chosen, and how lucky she was to have them.

Life is beautiful.

 ***

Timmi was checking her makeup in the EVO’s mirrors, knowing that the angle at which she was bent gave anyone behind her one hell of a show. The other side was no different, with Faye performing a similar action.

“Yeah, baby. Gonna show it all later?” A catcaller strolled by and entered Vesuvius. The thrumming beat loudened for just a moment as the door swung open and closed.

Bobbie borrowed Kim’s mirror and checked her lipstick. The bluish red color made her lips stand out, contrasting with the amber of her eyes, and popping out against the darkening ends of the wide, curly ponytail that terminated in a flat clip that secured the slicked down and sculpted sides with the sharp, dramatic zig zag part. The darkened dot on her lip was, well…

The rug that ties the room together. So, this is what I would look like as a Thrall. She shook her head. Not worth it, I like who I am more now than ever.

Now, let’s go get Tim back. Bobbie was worried. What if he couldn’t be changed back? What if they really were stuck with Timmi? How could anyone explain it to Myka? Walking in a close group, the foursome got to the door, Timmi and Faye were full of unbridled energy as they waited for the door to open. Two massive slabs of muscle stood at the door Bobbie and Kim recognized Mikhail and Kostya from their previous visit.

Bobbie smiled sexily. “Preevyet, Mikhail. Here to see Roxx? You remember me, don’t you?”

“Da.” Mikhail’s face was stonily unmoved. He stepped back and allowed the girls entrance.

Kim had her fake ID out, as did Faye.

“Oh.” Faye said loudly. “You forgot yours didn’t you, sis?” She looked up. “We’re twins. Same birthday and everything.”

The other man, Kostya grunted and waved everyone through. Obviously, Roxx had left word to allow her entrance. Now, she was nervous. It was one thing to be trapped in Melanie’s web, another to walk in willingly.

Now that she was Roxx, Vesuvius was a literal web that threatened to trap them all. She knew she had to be careful. Especially since she was at the disadvantage here. The music was inviting and the smells of alcohol and frat boy sweat. A faint odor of tobacco proved to Bobbie that she didn’t care about that particular law, but hey, it was also a bar. Law enforcement always seemed to turn a blind eye to that one.

Mikhail led them to the booth where Roxx sat. Her outfit was different, a long puffy skirt with a cleavage enhancing corset top in a deep purple. A Lolita hat sat off the side of her head at a jaunty angle.

“Roxx.” Mikhail said. The hat swiveled as Roxx turned to look.

“Robb.” She said. “You brought the whole fam damily didn’t you? Hi, Kim. New look is just so you. Don’t mind Nikki here, he’s just… protection.”

“Thanks.” Kim said dryly.

“I see you brought Faye with you, and…” Roxx’s perfect left eyebrow raised.

“Who’s that?”

“That’s Tim.” Bobbie growled.

Roxx narrowed her eyes, now she saw the difference. There was a twisting, burrowing thread. It writhed like a dying grub caught behind the bark of a hungry tree. She stared at the new blonde girl, identical in every way. She let out a low whistle. “Someone up there must like me.”

“Nobody likes you, Roxx.” Bobbie said through gritted teeth. “We’re just here to…”

“I remember you,” Timmi giggled. “You have really nice hands.”

“What is it that you want?”

“Jesus Christ, Roxx. You sound like her.” Kim said.

“I just want you to watch, Kim’s going to do the… heavy lifting.”

“Sounds kinky.”

“Cut the shit, Mel.” Bobbie burst out. “You see this color shit better than any of us, and I see… something different. This shouldn’t take long, and you can go back to running your little…”

“Den of iniquity?” Roxx smiled.

What the hell?

“I’m starting to like studying, especially history. Ancient Rome won’t have shit on me when I’m done with this place.”

“Can we just get to it? I just want this to be over.” Bobbie said, rolling her eyes.

“Ah,ah… Patience. What I want is simple. I want her to dance.” Roxx pointed a slender finger at Faye.

Bobbie and Kim looked incredulous. That’s it?

“Oh, okay.” Faye suddenly brightened. “C’mon, Timmi.”

“Dance with me.”

Dance with me… Timmi remembered Faye saying that once.. before. While still stunned by the thought, Faye had grabbed Timmi’s wrist and led her away.

“Wait.” Roxx said. “I didn’t mean…” The man indicated as Nikki started to rise, Roxx’s hand on his wrist stopped him.

“N’yet.” It came out as a harsh bark, Nikki relaxed his hand.

Faye and Timmi had climbed up onto the stage, the pounding bass and began to move. The tipping rail suddenly became a beehive of activity. The way they danced together would have been considered porn…

If any of the tight, revealing clothes had yet been removed. Yet.

Roxx shrugged. “Now where were we? Ah, yes. Faye dances for me. Not even every night.”

And she can help me with some ‘special projects’. Roxx, ever the forward thinker saw the advantage of keeping another Thrall around. The money she saw back when she was dancing… well, some of it always made its way back to her.

Didn’t it?

“All so you can get your precious Tim back. I swear, why him? Oh,” Roxx snapped her fingers. “He’s like you used to be. Scared, just clinging onto whatever shitty little thing life grants you.”

“Like you, Mel?” Bobbie blurted. Roxx’s smile disappeared.

“It’s Roxx.”

“Yeah?” Bobbie returned the remark. “Not to me.”

“Well, looks like I get the sweet end of the deal.” Roxx looked at the stage.

 ***

Timmi felt the energy of the crowd, she thought the way everyone was looking at her was soooo yummy. The vibrations of the bass made her throb in all the right places. Faye shimmied over to Timmi and to move her hands so close to her that she could feel Faye’s prana.

“Come on.” Faye yelled over the music. “This is totes rad. Watch this.”

And with that, Faye’s top was a memory. Spinning and twirling, she made her way to the pole.

With a flourish, Faye had one leg up on the pole. Reaching for the uppermost ankle, her breasts bounced wildly as the crowd got louder.

Clueless, Timmi spun her way around the pole using a hooked leg for traction. Clearly Faye had far less abandon than Timmi. The way the colors of the patrons twisted and danced was like watching the lightshow from 2001 in reverse, flocks of colored specks joining in one place only to scatter and rejoin in another.

Movement and the beat became the only two things in her world. The moving colory stuff was just gravy.

Gravy…

Taking Faye’s cue, Timmi made her way to the pole on the opposite side of the stage. Soon Timmi was swinging and climbing like a pro.

Heehee, this is totes fun. Faye was always right about stuff. She’s so smart, like Bobbie.

Timmi was having so much fun, dancing with her friend and making all those silly boys jealous. Bobbie really knows how to plan a night out, this is so much fun.

 ***

Fuck making it rain, this is a fucking monsoon.

“Goddamn.” Kim said, “Look at ‘em go.”

The dancing was one of the most erotic things Bobbie had ever seen, and that was saying something.

Roxx was similarly impressed. “Oh, this is gonna work out nicely.” Roxx raised her hand. “Get you guys a drink?”

“Coke.” Kim said.

“Scotch, neat.” Bobbie said. The cigarette didn’t bother me, why not?

Roxx looked surprised. “Ooh, get on with your bad self. Old habits die hard?”

 ***

Timmi was starting to feel the colors wrap around her and Faye. It was starting to smell like cinnamon and strawberries, so close that they began to effect other senses. Heat, light, and sound became everything as Timmi shut her eyes from overstimulation.

Oh… uh…. Yemmm….. The bass was almost too much as she felt herself moisten. She had to take the top off. So hot, silly clothes. It felt awesome to feel the crowd’s intents wash over her as the drum machine played its endless beat into the well worn grooves that all the music of her world had worn on the stone tape of her mind.

She and Faye always had such a good time together. It was so cool to see other people having such a good time as well

 ***

When the drinks came, both Roxx and Kim stared at Bobbie while she took a drink. She exhaled sharply.

“Whew, been a while.” Bobbie bared her teeth as the amber fluid burned its way down her throat. The instant drunkenness didn’t happen, just as she suspected.

“Top shelf. That’s the 33. Enjoy.” Roxx said.

Bobbie stared at the amber fluid. Just to calm the nerves. She was thankful that whatever the kiss had done to her, it had allowed her small distractions like this. Losing Tim would be the most devastating thing she could imagine, and now was surely the wrong time for that.

The music began to die down as Timmi and Faye made their way to the opposing ends of the stage; meeting in the center for a moment, just long enough to share a brief kiss. Loud cheering and thunderous applause drowned out all but the loudest of catcalls. Their beaming smiles shone like beacons through the scruffy crowd.

When the two blondes made their way back to the booth they were talking in the manner of close friends.

“That was so fun.” Timmi exclaimed. Faye nodded agreement.

“Well, Faye. You’ll get to do it again.” Roxx said, smiling as she exhaled.

The girl that hadn’t spoken jumped and squealed.

“I’m Timmi, she’s Faye.” Timmi suddenly pouted, like she knew this would be the last time.

Roxx exhaled slowly. “Alright. Let’s get this over with.” As if commanded, Nikki rose. Bobbie could see the slight bump of his shoulder holster. Bile rose in her mouth, and she downed the last of her scotch to get rid of the bitter taste of semi-defeat.

As Roxx stood at the end of the booth, she flourished a hand.

“After you.”

 ***

There was still dust in the air from the day’s construction. Doors were missing from jambs and irregularly shaped pieces of wood were scattered along with dormant power tools. Bobbie could smell the sawdust and a faint whiff of gasoline.

“Here’s just as good a place as any.”

Bobbie grabbed an empty chair and wiped off the thick layer of wood shavings. “Timmi. C’mon, sit here.”

Timmi obliged meekly, all the joy from her face had gone. “Is it gonna hurt?” Bobbie felt sorry for her. She looked a little frightened.

Smiling, Bobbie looked at the girl and felt the anticipation of having her boyfriend back. “No, Timmi.” She put a hand on Timmi’s shoulder.

“It won’t hurt.” Bobbie felt a sting behind her eyes.

“I promise.” Bobbie looked at Timmi. What could be going through that head?

Roxx rolled her eyes. “You two are gonna make me sick.”

“Eat me, Roxx.” Bobbie harshly snapped.

“Anytime, anywhere. You must want this really bad.” Robb had always liked when she tried to use movie references. Now, it was just abrasive. Almost condescending.

Yeah, well you fucked her.

Ignoring her, Bobbie called to Kim. “Stand here, Me…Roxx. Stand there. Faye, keep to the other side, okay?”

“Okay.” Faye wiggled seductively around the chair’s back to take her position. “I don’t get it. What are we doing?”

“Wow.” Roxx said, pulling a cigarette out of a metal case. “She really doesn’t get it, does she?”

“Is this like all the stuff from when I was a boy?” Faye’s face told the tale of a girl, bored out of her mind.

“I thought that was Timmi?” Roxx’s mask slipped into confusion as she regarded Faye’s lack of color..”

“I am Timmi.” Timmi cocked her head, looking confused. Yellows and blues coalesced before moving on to become different shapes.

“Then why…?”

“Not important.” Bobbie snarled. “Kim.”

Kim moved toward Timmi. She smiled. “Don’t move, okay?”

“Okay.” Timmi’s voice quavered.

“Careful, Kim.” Bobbie was so scared of this moment. Being near Roxx wasn’t helping, Nikki and his gun kept the adrenaline flowing.

“He’s a part of me.”

Forced to stand still, Bobbie clapped her eyes shut for just a moment.

I must not fear, fear is the mind killer.

 ***

Kim was just as nervous even though she didn’t know about the gun. Tim’s life was in her hands.

Her life is in your hands, dude. Kim was nervous, one wrong move and they would be stuck with Timmi forever. She looked to Bobbie, then back to Timmi. She had known Tim just as long as Bobbie had, having been there that first day. Strange how they fell in together so quickly.

Can’t let that happen. The colors twisted and moved, writhing like living things. When Kim reached in for the tiny skein, it was like sticking her hand into a bowlful of centipedes. She winced, the low, buzzy feeling both forbodeing and jarring enough to not only set her teeth on edge…

But kept them there, almost rattling inside her head.

Her life is in your hands, dude. Tim could be stuck like this, I’d never be able to look at Bobbie in the eyes again. The thoughts of the bakery and everything just being… Over.

No. Kim decided. Lust may have dictated the terms, but Kim kept limits set.

This bullshit was not going to happen.

“Kim?”

Kim took a deep breath. “I’m fine. I think I can see the way out. Just a little to the right.” She began to move her hand slowly.

“Stop.” Bobbie said, panicked.

 ***

Come on, Justice. I know that I’m not exactly the paragon of virtue you’re expecting, but Tim has no skin in this long game. Bobbie planned  ahead, wondering what kind of cosmetology school Timmi would wind up attending. Of all of them, this has the least to do with him.

Bobbie could see the sharp angles of Timmi’s darknesses. She had to look really closely; unlike Tim, Timmi’s emotional scars could be measured by not finding the matching top she was looking for.

But there was a place where two of the fractals met up scant microns from Kim’s hands. It just didn’t look right.

“Can you go up or down a little?” Bobbie asked

“Maybe if I pull back,  there’s stuff in the way. I can…” Kim’s gritted teeth made the words sound strange as she slid the diminishing thread around in a seemingly listless pattern.

 ***

“Stop.” Roxx barked, suddenly transfixed. Well, this is turning out to be worth it as a learning experience alone. The things she was reading about… here they were. Playing out in front of her in glorious Technicolor.

She could see a million tiny futures in those colors, simulations of scenes to come rendered in splendorous shades. The way the tiny pieces of hued light wove and bisected each other reminded her of flocks of birds at play, bunching up in spots only to dissipate and build up in a new area in a completely different pattern.

She’s moving it through all of his futures. It sounded insane, but it made sense now. Like how she instinctively saw them before. Roxx watched Kim move the thread through a tunnel of futures.

When they swapped, the thread must have gone through the wrong ones…

… and it copied the one that did the moving. This just keeps getting better and better.

Looking closer, Roxx wanted to smile. She didn’t, lest she let her hand show.

Roxx always gets what she wants. There were so many possibilities, but one shined above all the others.

Lust was wrong, we should have waited longer.

Now who’s the impatient one? This particular future that she looked upon had all the hallmarks of elegant revenge, all while giving everyone what they want. And now this little twist, well…

All is forgiven, Robb. The smile she held back began to come forward. Your turn to feel my pain.

“No, not that way, circle back then up.”  Holding the smile back was getting harder. The gift that keeps on giving, right?”

Kim looked nervously at Bobbie…

 ***

Kim could feel the sweat starting to bead on her forehead. Roxx’s instruction left her full of trepidation, Bobbie nodded solemnly, the fear on her face just as prevalent. She followed Roxx’s instructions.  The tingly, live wire sensation began crawling up to her arm. The thread started to fizz in her hand. “Bobbie, don’t think we have a lot of time.”

“You’re doing fine, Kimster.” Bobbie said hurriedly.

“This is weird.” Kim said through gritted teeth. “Really weird, but I think we’re almost out and…”

“Not that way.”

 ***    

Bobbie saw another blockage coming up.

“Again?” Kim said, nervousness showing. “There’s… I mean… it’s wide open and…”

“Trust me, Kimster.” An odd calm crept into Bobbie’s voice.

Kim followed Bobbie’s cues. Why can’t it just be a blue wire? The thread’s fizzing was starting to become a bubbling. And not a pleasant bubbling, either. The centipedes were biting, or the thread was starting to boil. She could feel it shrinking in her hand, fading into nothingness with the last vestiges of Tim.

 ***

Roxx couldn’t believe this. There has to be more stuff like this out there. They have no idea what they’re doing. It’s only making this easier.

“She’s good, just a straight shot.” The smile finally started, free from it’s mental prison.

Oh, Bobbie, you just wait. The points of time that lined up in the spiraling miasmas of color were right.

“He’ll be fine.” Roxx said, stepping back.

Mostly. Except for one small thing.

 ***

Timmi started to feel strange, heavier. Things seemed less shiny, or cool. Vision was a little cloudy, and his mouth was dry.

Or pretty.

Pretty?

 ***

Bobbie felt a little bit like she’d been pulled through a taffy machine. Her laser like focus on Timmi was so sharp she didn’t notice her eyes lightening, nor the nearly white blonde hair flushing out the dark bits.

Or the blue Mark begin to fade.

Timmi started to disappear behind a dull glow, she could see it elongate and stretch. A sense of peace started to flow through Bobbie.

We did it.

 ***

Nikolai watched the proceedings with interest, as a boy his babushka had told him stories where things like this had happened. As he grew and saw things no one should see, he had decided that they were just that…

Stories.

There was a word for things like he was seeing now.

Magiya… Magic.

And there was a word for those that practiced it.

Ve’dma…Witch.

When the dull glow subsided, leaving an average looking boy where there was once a girl that would have easily been at home in this club, Nikolai wondered what else he would see, he hadn’t seen anything new in a long, long time. And for the first time, he was intrigued. His days in the GRU had shown him much, but nothing like this.

 ***

Timmi was kind of sad, like she knew she was going away. She was gonna miss Bobbie and Faye… and Faye.

And Rach…

And Zoe…

She had such a good time, everyone was so nice, but…

I’m here.  A voice said. A faint, male voice.

The time spent in the mall, on the back of Zoe’s bike.

Her date with Faye, hanging out with Bobbie and her friends. She always felt so at home with them. Even when Bobbie was so determined to keep her from having fun.

It was always out of love.

Love.

Timmi felt her head get lighter, along with her chest.

Everything got all fuzzy; but soon started to become colorful, yet dark. There was white, and black, and red, and yellow

And….

Shapes started to come into focus, along with a powerful thirst…

 ***

Tim felt his tongue stick to the sides of his mouth as brief wave of nausea passed over him. Rolling his eyes around slowly, as if coming off of a turbocharged carousel.

“Bobbie Blue?” He said thickly, focusing on her diamond blue irises.

“Tim!” Bobbie gushed, flinging herself forward, wrapping her arms around him. She held him so tightly.

Her body, his body…

Finally the right people. Tim felt warm against her.  He brought up his arms weakly, encircling her.

And cried.

“I still remember.” He croaked between sobs.

“It’s okay, Tim. It’s okay.” She ran a hand down the back of his head.

“But, but… I.” He moved his head back and looked around.

Roxx? Tim saw the dark construction site and finally registered the music. He knew where he was. “What…”

 ***

 Bobbie looked deep into Tim’s brown eyes. They were sad eyes, she could see that the memory of ‘Timmi’ was still there.

“I know.” Bobbie said, letting go and placing a hand gently on his face. “It’s not your fault.”

“I love you, Bobbie.”

“I love you too, Tim. You’re gonna be okay.” She raised her voice. “Right, Faye?”

“He looks silly in a skirt.” The slightly higher pitch of Faye’s voice hadn’t changed.

“Faye?” Bobbie’s voice quavered as she turned to see Faye.

Bobbie had expected Faye to be in a position to flip a table or two over, enraged by her own fashion choices.

But, instead, there she stood. All blonde hair and giggly demeanor.

“What?” Faye asked. “It’s true. It doesn’t fit him at all.”

“No.” Bobbie whispered. Her face became tight.

No.

Now, it was Bobbie’s turn to cry. She had been able to save Tim with a little help…

…from my friends.

“Not fair.” She sobbed into Tim’s shoulder.

“Not fucking fair.” Goddamit. To have come this far to get nearly everything…

            Bobbie and Tim holding each other. Tim in a state of confusion, Bobbie feeling that she had failed. Being in Tim’s arms was a small consolation.

            “Jesus. Get a room, you two.” Faye said, checking herself in a mirror. “So, Roxx wants me to dance, huh?”

            “Cool. The other girls are gonna be so jelly.”

 ***

Timmi was gone, which sucked noodles.  Just left with that boy. He was boring, but sweet. Maybe I can borrow him again. She wondered idly if she could find a cheerleader uniform somewhere.

“Next Saturday night good?” Faye asked Roxx.

Roxx took a moment to reboot her calm face.

Faye rolled her eyes. “To dance? Duh.”

“Oh.” Roxx said, Bobbie too ensconced in Tim to catch the redhead taken aback.

“Sure.”

Faye giggled. “Ooh, that’s gonna be totes fun.” She turned on a coquettish grin. “I’ve got a lot to do.”

 ***

Kim watched as Tim shimmered back into existence, she checked a laugh when she saw Tim wearing a bright pink skirt that was way too short. Seeing Bobbie and Tim together again made her feel good. Tim’s colors were confused, but Kim didn’t see anything wrong with that, after all, he’d just been pulled through a wringer.

But Faye?

She hadn’t changed, it looked like Blonde Faye was going to be sticking around a little while. Wondering if it was her that did something wrong…

Or was it Roxx?

Or was it Bobbie in her guidance of Kim’s hand?

Kim had no way to know, but she didn’t have to be happy about it.

“Bobbie.” Kim started. Bobbie turned her head, sniffling as she did so. “We should get out of here. This is as good as we’re gonna get. If I stay here any longer, I might consider a career on the pole.”

“First sensible thing you’ve said since…” Roxx began, pulling out another cigarette.

“Fuck you, Roxx.”

“Now, now.” Roxx said, putting the nicotine stick between her lips. “I’d be very nice to me.” Kim watched as she inhaled. The end of the cigarette flared to life and sustained a glow.

“I have been studying, and I have a feeling that after tonight.” She exhaled smoke slowly. “There’s so much more to learn…”

The tone of her voice gave Bobbie the willies. The willies made Bobbie take heed of Kim’s words. Kim’s words made her think of Tim.

And, standing there in Tim’s arms made her think of home.

Seeing the further evidence of magic, no matter how small filled everyone with a sense of dread.

One long, sharp inhalation later, Bobbie let rage take over. She turned and slapped Roxx, leaving a mark that matched her hair.

Nikolai had his Makarov out instantly, the hammer locked back with an ominous click.

“N’yet.” Roxx said. “N’yeh Strel’yaht. “ Turning her head, the smile slipped through. “Bobbie.” She inhaled on her cigarette. “If you wanted to touch me, all you had to do was ask.”

“Save it.” Bobbie snapped. Her face dissolved back into its resting nice face position. “Tim, you okay to walk?”

Tim nodded, finally looking down at himself. The top hung like something between a tent and a tarp. With the gargantuan breasts gone, the front flopped down strangely and uselessly. He rose, wincing against the draft on his legs that crept up into the super short skirt. His first step was an exercise in disaster as the six inch heeled boots hurt his feet at every possible angle. Bobbie had an arm around herself to keep him steady.

“Bobbie.” He croaked. “I…I…”

“I’m so sorry.” He started to cry again.

She squeezed him closer. “It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re here.” Her bright smile went a long way to make his darkness scatter somewhat.

He smiled back thinly. “I like the outfit… yours. I…” He looked down at the skirt.

“Need to cover up.” He began to blush.

“Later, let’s just get out of here.”

 ***

Kim eyed the scene keenly. She checked her face, it was a touch sweaty. But her seething rage for Roxx was hidden behind the makeup and hair. Gritting her teeth behind her lips, she got a look at Faye.

Faye, who was her key to understanding what she had become.

Faye, who had seen Kim for who she could be and wouldn’t let her just give in to Lust.

We’re not done yet, we can still fix this somehow.

Sis. Faye had been just as much of a sister to her as Bobbie had.

Kim looked to her sister, Bobbie’s eyes full of tears. Despite being unable to read her, Kim knew that this moment would haunt her for some time to come.

“We’re going home already?” Faye said, disappointed. “But we just got here.”

“Faye.” Bobbie began.

“Yeah.” Kim interrupted. “You already danced, Faye. Sounds like you ruined the night for the rest of the girls. You were way too good tonight.” She flashed a ‘shut up’ face to Bobbie.

“Yeah, Faye. We should go though. School tomorrow and all.” Bobbie looked back up to Tim’s face, happy to see it where it should be.

“I suppose.” Faye grabbed her purse and swayed her way to the stairwell. Kim followed with Bobbie and Tim behind.

“About that pastry order?” Roxx called.

“We’ll have it.” Bobbie gritted. “Two weeks on new standing orders.”

“Tim.” Roxx laughed. “You sure have the ass for that skirt.”

“F-fuck you, Roxx.” Tim weakly spat, wincing against the pain of the strappy boots.

 ***

The car ride home was oddly quiet. Kim riding shotgun while Bobbie held Tim’s hand and touched him reassuringly.

“Oh, damn.” Faye said. “I need gas. Can we just pull in here?”

Without waiting for an answer, Faye got out of the car and entered the gas station. When she re emerged from the building, she had two cups and a bag.

“Here.” She said to Tim. He accepted the cup thankfully and began to suck down the contents greedily. The cold beverage was too cold, causing instant brainfreeze, he shook his head violently. He recognized the drink.

Cherry Iced Sucky.

Looking inside the bag was some beef jerky and a small lollipop.

“Thanks.” Tim forced a smile, remembering what that care package had been like when the high heeled strappy boot was on the other foot. Faye smiled at him.

“You deserve it.” Faye said, bringing the sexy smile back. “Bobbie…”

“You take care of him. Wouldn’t want me to come in and sweep him off his feet.”

Bobbie smiled. “Not a problem.”

Faye was pumping the gas, Kim was checking her reflection.

“Never a problem…”

Bobbie moved in for a kiss.

“You’re a part of me, remember?”

 ***

Bobbie had managed to get Tim back up the stairs with no one watching. In his bedroom, he stripped off the feminine clothing.

 “I need to get in the shower.”

Tim regarded his girlfriend. Damn, she looked good, the blue streak in her hair playing against her features. The skirt and top were definitely a change from the blue floral prints and the low rise jeans.

But he liked it.

She moved close to him and nestled into that position that felt so familiar and comforting.

“I’m so happy that you’re you again.”

He laughed nervously. “Just in time for Prom?”

She joined the laugh.

“Does this weird stuff like this happen all the time with you?”

“Starting to think so.” She murmured, feeling him stiffen against her.

“My boner is so confused right now.” He whispered. “And the nose ring’s cute.” Tim tried to smile. Bobbie laughed as she looked up and kissed him, gripping him tightly. Faye would survive, she could take a back seat for just a moment. The triumph of getting in and out of Vesuvius with Tim instead of Timmi would just have to do.

It was the small victories.

She looked at her newly returned boyfriend, and just wondered what events this seemingly meaningless interlude would set in motion. It was ominous, sure.

But, it looked like she was getting a handle on it. And it looked like Tim was to be a willing accomplice.

Which was good.

Because she was going to need all the help and support she was going to get.